As the music kicked up, Mackenna caught sight of Savannah approaching the floor with Nuncio and she grinned. The boys were either in for a treat or a meltdown. Even on nights when they hadn’t been able to afford a night on the town, she and Savannah had danced in their tiny apartment, mastering the steps to the merengue, the salsa, the samba, the mambo, and the rumba. There were nights they had danced until the morning when they both had to work.
The music was cathartic and the energy in learning to move masterfully to the rhythm often pushed them into a frenzy, sometimes until they fell laughing to the floor like a pair of fools. But the salsa was Mackenna’s favorite, and she knew Maisy had run straight to the DJ as soon as Alessandro had headed in her direction to insist, he play music
