<em>~ Mila with everyone else in the Great Hall ~</em><br/><br/>Mila felt the tug of anxiety low in her stomach as soon as dancing was mentioned.  These people, her family for the next several months and hopefully longer, probably could all go onto a television dance show and hold their own.  Her, not so much.  She just hadn't had much opportunity to dance.  She and Blake had gone out a few times, but he didn't care for dancing and he hadn't allowed others to dance with her.<br/><br/>She breathed a sigh of relief as the music came on.  It was fast, the beat heavy and quick, and modern.  She would not be expected to know formal dances then, at least not at this point.  She was pretty sure she could dance to that without making a complete ass of herself.<br/><br/>Vince approached them and asked someone to dance.  She looked at his face, and her pulse quickened.  His sex appeal was palpable, and the thought of her body moving with his made her heart race.  But just as quickly as she had looked at him, she averted her eyes.<br/><br/>The bold new Mila, the one who was pretending to be as confident and free as Nicci and Marisol, wanted to step up and dance with this gregarious, sexy man.  But the real Mila couldn't do it.  Instead, she stole a glance at Bo and Marcus, wondering if she would be dancing with one of them.  Surely Mari or Nicci would jump at the chance to dance with Vince. All three were all so handsome, so sure of themselves and virile.  She would happily go where any of these men led her.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Nicci was putting her hand into Vince's, and Mila gasped.  Her eyes widened and she looked up at into face, her surprise playing over her features.  Her lips curved into a tiny smile as she felt a thrill when his hand touched hers.  "I'd love to dance with you," she said softly, her voice stark with honesty and a boldness bolstered by the two women who surrounded her.