Freya
Kane looked dashing in his tuxedo, his eyes scanning the room for me as I descended the grand staircase. My heart pounded in my chest, each step feeling like it was taking me closer to a dream I wasn’t sure was real. When his gaze finally found me, his eyes widened, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face.
“You look... breathtaking,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he extended his hand toward me. I took it, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the warmth of his touch.
“Thank you,” I managed to say, feeling suddenly shy. I wasn’t used to this kind of attention, this feeling of being the center of someone's world, even if just for a night.
As we made our way to the ball, his hand remained securely around mine, almost like he was afraid I might slip away.
