Leona POV
The MC came on the stage and announced the dance. It's soft but it cuts through the music-a small chime that signals the first dance was about to start. The crowd starts moving toward the center of the floor, and the lights dim just a little.
Marco's eyes didn't move away from leave mine. And just like that, I was in his world again.
Marco took my hand before I could even think of saying no. He steps onto the floor, pulling me with him, and I could feel my pulse all the way to my fingertips.
His grip was steady, warm, and somehow a little too firm, like he already knew my body would follow him even if my mind wanted to pretend, I had a choice.
The dance floor was lit softer than the rest of the room, golden light spilling over the polished wood. People were already pairing
