Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：被同桌爆炒数次后终于黑化了(追妻火葬场) , 穿越史前：我在兽世开小卖部 , 司夜不语 , 掌下宠爱 , 当离婚女被弟弟目睹自卫后（高H） , 超级微商 , 爱.上.乡下来的那个他 , 万相之王 , 【耽美】你是我拒绝别人的理由 , 已进入猎区 , 野蛮行止（高h 囚禁） , 密室
inkssaying, “Hey,youtwomustbethirstyafterchattingallthistime.ehavesomedrinksthatDornajustmade…”andhahemeachacocktail. “Thankyousomuch,Mary”saidRomi.“Youshouldn’thavetowaitonus.Giveusadwewouldhavewalkedetthem…”Marysmiledandsaid, “It’sokay.Weareallsistersanddispehallthispoliteness…”Maraalsowalkedaveeachofthemasmalldishoffingerfoodfromhertray.Dornastoodbehindthebarandlookedaroundtomakesurethateveryonehadbeenserved.Shetookoffherapron,rolleddownhersleevesandsaidtoAngelica, “Heydj,whataboutsomemusic?” “Noproblem”repliedAngeliodding.Sheturnedaheroom,herskirtwithhibiscusembroideredatthehem,swayingasshewalked.Soonthergelivingroomwasfilledwiththedelightfulmusicofacssicalwaltz.DornawalkedovertoAmalia,bowedasrespectfullyasalemaendingonehandtowardshersaidsolemnlyinadeepvoice, “MayIhavethehonorofthisdance,Ma’am?”SheiandYokowerevulsedwithughter.SeeingthatAmaliawasstillinagoodmood,theypulledherupfromthesofaandwalkedaroundthedancefloorwithherseveraltimesasifstrollingandexergintheparkwithMaureenfollowingbehind.Then,fearingshewouldtwistheranklehheeledshoesorfalldown,theyledhertoasofatorest.DorovertoNovelandsaid, “You’tpossiblydahthatnine-footlongtrain,soyoulysitandbeaspectator!”ThenturningtoElena,thebridesmaid,shesaid,“Butyou,beautifulbridesmaid,don’tsitthereinadazedoingnothing.eanddahme!”ShepulledElenaupandtheywalkedtowardsthedancefloor.Whiledang,Dornacalledoutinaloudvoice,“Hey,pianist!balletdancespecialist!eandjointhedanceorelsethislovelymusicwouldbewasted!Whatareyouguyswaitingfor?eon,joinineveryone!Youtoo,greatphotographer.Youhavebeenbusytakingpicturesofeveryoneelse;it’stimeyouenjoyedyourselftoo!”SoCharinainherbluedressandwithhercamerastillhangingbyastraparoundherneck,joihethrongofwhitebridalgownedbridesonthedancefloor.Thismakeshiftdancefloorwasneandcouldnotaodateallthebrideswiththeirfringskirts,soeveryonewasjustswayingtothemusic,carefulnottostepontheirownorotherpeople’slongskirts.Suddenlythemusiged.Thewaltzstoppedandgedintoalively,fastpacedjitterbug.Therewasarustleamoe-gownedbridesastheyscatteredtothesidestoallowtwofigures,alsodressedinbridalgownshavethefloorastheyswuicallyaroundinthenewdahehemoftheskirtofohedancerswasembroideredwiththemagnifitandcolorfulpeony,whilethewhirlingskirtoftheotherwasembroideredwiththenobleandstatelyorchid!Ah!QueenAishahadarrivedandwasleadingMegginnhappilyjitterbugging.Shehadletloosetheonshenormallyworeatthebackofherhead,releasingherlongbrownhair,allowingittoswayandturnfreelywiththehemofherskirtasshedancedvivaciouslyalong. 18 Noonewasaroundthedesertedstreeteratnight.Thedimstreetlightshoneonanolddipidatedtruckparkedu.Thecarwasnotlocked.Itwasjustapileofjunkthatheremotestiinstealingasitwasatbestapileofmetalscrapsthatwasstilbletomove.Behindthenarrowsidewalkwasthedesertedrosegardehesoundsofughter,versationandjazzmusiccouldbeheard.Thisjazzcouldonlybeenjoyedasbausidcouldnotbeusedtodancebecauseitstempowasirrational,sometimesquidsometimesslowanditssoundnowloudnowsoft…afarcryfromthecssicwaltzin