"The Hemsworth family," I replied truthfully.
His eyes flickered at my words as if he were pondering something. Then, with an even softer tone, he asked, "May I have the honor to invite you for a dance?"
I steeled myself and turned him down. "How about another time? My husband's here today."
The man frowned slightly, thinking, "Sebastian's sister isn't married, is she? She must be playing hard to get."
"But I only want to dance with you tonight," he said with a charming smile and sat beside me.
Before I could respond, a cold yet melodious voice spoke from behind. "With whom exactly do you plan on dancing? I'm still here, you know. Are you trying to steal my wife right in front of me?"
I sprang up and walked over to Sebastian, wrapping my arm around his and sweetly calling out, "Honey!"
The man's face went pale with shock as he stammered, "Aren't you... aren't you Mr. Hemsworth's sister? Why are you calling him... honey?"
"My sister's in France," Sebastian replied, his tone calm enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat. "What, are you planning to marry my sister and take our last name?"