My Forever

Victoria's POV

"Do you want me to help you?" Zane asked softly, his voice smooth and deliberate, almost lost beneath the elegant hum of the orchestra as we moved in sync across the dance floor.

"Help?" I echoed, my brows knitting in confusion. "What do you—?"

Before I could react, he spun me away from him with fluid precision, and the next moment, I was in someone else's arms—Owen's.

My breath hitched in surprise as the music swelled around us. Owen's strong hands steadied me, pulling me close with a familiarity that sent my heart into an uneven rhythm. His touch lingered just a second longer than necessary, his gaze locked on mine with quiet intensity.

Across the floor, I caught a glimpse of Amber.