I stepped onto the dance floor with Tristian. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. This was it. The real test. The final boss battle. No turning back now.
The music swelled. And before I knew it—we were moving.
One step. Two steps.
Wait. Hold up. I'm not messing up?
I risked a glance down. Feet? Still intact. Tristian's toes? Uncrushed.
Oh-ho… this is new.
Gasps and hushed whispers rippled through the ballroom.
"She's dancing so elegantly!"
"Look at her posture—graceful, just like a true noble lady."
Ha. If only they knew. I wasn't born with this grace. This was sweat, pain, and my instructor's shattered soul.
I moved smoothly, following Tristian's lead, my back straight, my chin lifted just enough, and movements flowing like water. The chandeliers above bathed the room in golden light, and for once, I actually looked like a proper noble lady.
Tristian's voice was low—a murmur just for me. "You've improved."