Last (for now) of "Behind the Twist'

Hello my friends. I hope you had a fruitful week unlike mine. Maybe not that unfruitful but definitely perished my lustful dreams including but not limited to a job at PATH. (PATH is an international nonprofit organization that creates sustainable, culturally relevant solutions, enabling communities worldwide to break longstanding cycles of poor health).
Okay, here we go with the last part of “Behind the Twist" until I am in a romantic mood again. I love you all and thanks for reading.

Princess please, it doesn't hurt to try, her best friend Cissy begged. You know I would rather stay home and watch a movie or something. Everything about jazz reminds me of Nick and I hate to relieve that short lived vacation romance. Folding the dress over her left arm, Cissy sat on the chair opposite, you are coming with me tonight and we are going to put a stop to this Nick dismal. Besides he's not dead, so, no reason to mourn him, and don't you start your guilty trips already, You had to return to work, thank heavens he pulled out of that coma and I don't blame him for his decision to stay back in Africa.
Cissy managed to convince Princess to go dancing instead. We'll skip the Jazz after the dance class and we'll be back before you know it.
Okay, Princess dragged herself off the couch, took the dress and a few minutes later emerged as stunning as ever.
The dancing instructors smoothly moved in the studio, as if dreaming with their feet. The gloom on Princess' face rested with her purse as she gently handed it to Cissy when one of the male instructors asked her to dance. She was still orienting herself to the most romantic and sensual of all Latin dances, Rumba when a familiar face appeared from nowhere. Cissy had invited a friend of theirs, Alex. They had not seen much of him in the last six months as he wrapped up his graduate school.
Nice to see you Alex, Princess excused herself from the instructor's grip. It is fine, he released her hand as he yelled, group lesson starts in 5minutes.
You are looking great girl; Alex gave her a squeeze hug. Princess smiled, you don't look bad at all yourself. They chatted a little and joined the group and stood next to Cissy.
The class went on for an hour, interchanging partners throughout, followed by the usual dancing party. Alex and Princess finally got a chance to dance together without being disrupted.
The music flowed from the lively and flirtatious cha cha to smooth waltz and so on. They held tight, rested on each others cheeks, they swayed and span, turned and traveled, they had nothing but fun.
Cissy sat at the bar watching the pair dance. She then rewarded herself with another shot of baileys for a successful set up. There is no doubt either of them would quickly forget this experience, Cissy thought to herself.
From the look of things, there would be no need to set them up again; nature would lead them to another date.

There's no better place to fall in love than the dance floor. -Christine
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance. -Author Unknown