For a while, Meirah lost herself in the dance, the world around them fading into the background. She felt the warmth of Lucian's hand against her back as they wove through the intricate steps of the waltz. The curious gazes of the other guests seemed distant and unimportant.
Camila, on the other hand, watched from the sidelines, her lips pressed into a thin line. She couldn't hide her frustration at being excluded from the dance. Her eyes remained fixed on the pair, a subtle mixture of jealousy and suspicion clouding her gaze.
As the music swirled around them, Meirah found herself lost in the rhythm of the dance and the enigmatic presence of Lucian. She knew that this dance was more than a simple waltz; it was a dance of secrets, a silent exchange of questions and answers that lay hidden
