The grand ballroom hummed with a thousand conversations and the bright, energetic pulse of a festive song. Every guest was absorbed in their own conversations, some were lost in cheerful chatter, others indulged in the luxurious food, and a lively few were still singing or showing off their best dance moves. The air was thick with a joyous energy.
Then, with a smooth transition, the music softened, the tempo slowed, and the lively beat melted into a sweet, romantic melody. The change in atmosphere was obvious, a collective sigh seemed to sweep through the crowd, signaling a shift to a more intimate part of the evening.
"Sari, may I have this dance?" Stephen's voice was a low rumble next to me. He extended his hand, his posture impeccable, and I felt a pleasant warmth bloom in my chest. Without a word, I placed my hand in his.
