A Stranger's Familiar Kiss

My heart thundered against my ribcage as I stood frozen on the dance floor, my lips still burning from that scorching kiss. Adrian had vanished into the crowd as quickly as he'd appeared, leaving me disoriented and flushed.

"Hannah! There you are!" Camille's voice cut through my daze. She hurried toward me in a flurry of pink tulle, her mask pushed up into her perfectly styled hair. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Tristan's back at our table and wondering where you went."

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my thoughts. "Tristan's... back at the table?"

Camille gave me a curious look. "Yes, of course. He just returned from the restroom." She tilted her head, studying my face. "Are you feeling alright? You look flushed."

My mind reeled. If Tristan was at the table, then who had just...?