Edward Pov
Nadine and I had been dancing for what felt like hours, lost in the rhythm and movement of the music.
As we twirled and spun around the dance floor, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline and happiness coursing through me.
When the song finally ended, Nadine and I parted ways to catch our breath and mingle with the other guests.
I went to the bar, eager to quench my thirst with a cool drink.
But I felt a tap on my shoulder before I could even order.
I turned to see Elliot standing there, a mischievous smirk on his lips.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Elliot chuckled.
"Nothing, just wondering what happened to my stoic brother," he said teasingly.
I rolled my eyes.
"What does that mean?"
He leaned in closer, his voice low and playful.
