Chapter 53– Fresher Ball (2)
(Michael POV)
The orchestra's melody shifted.
Violins softened, the tempo slowed. A hush rippled through the crystalline ballroom as the conductor lifted his baton, guiding the flow into something elegant, deliberate. The signal was clear.
It was time to dance.
Couples drifted toward the crystal floor, gowns sweeping like waves of silk, coats brushing against enchanted light that shimmered with each step.
The chandeliers refracted rainbow fire across the glass runes beneath our feet, making it look as though the dancers moved atop a river of stars.
I expected Maria to remain still.
Reserved. Distant. A Frostheart to the core—untouchable.
Instead, she turned toward me, her gaze cool, almost detached, but touched with a faint trace of amusement.
"Do you dance, Michael?" she asked.
The question caught me off guard. For a moment, my mind stumbled like my feet threatened to.
"…Not well," I admitted.