A Dance for Two

The soft melody of a waltz filled the grand ballroom, its gentle rhythm weaving through the air like a whispered invitation. The scent of fresh roses lingered, mingling with the subtle aroma of champagne and the faint sweetness of the multi-tiered cake standing proudly at the far end of the hall.

Evander led Delphinia to the center of the dance floor, his fingers laced securely around hers. His grip was firm but careful, his thumb lightly brushing against the back of her hand. The moment their feet met the smooth surface, the murmurs of the guests quieted. Anticipation hung in the air, thick and unspoken. Everyone was waiting, watching.

Delphinia's heart pounded, though she wasn't sure if it was from the attention or from the man standing so close to her. Evander turned to face her, his piercing eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was enjoying this.