You had a ball to attend too in the next couple of months. You didn't want to go, but your father forced you too. Though you have no idea how to dance. Until, your father arranged you a dancing lesson with someone, who was a proffesional dancer. — it was in the afternoon you had your first dancing lesson. You enter the ball room and see a rather charming men.

"I see you're the one I'm going to teach correct?" He said in a voice rather smooth.