|| Lilac’s POV ||
We began walking back toward the ballroom, the silence between us comfortable but charged with unspoken words. The corridor was quiet, the distant hum of the party fading into the background. My mind was still racing, the weight of everything pressing down on me. But Alexander’s presence was grounding, his calm demeanor a balm to my frayed nerves.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Lilac, I know this might not be the best time, but I need to ask you something.”
I looked at him, my heart skipping a beat. His tone was serious, his expression thoughtful.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest.
He stopped walking, turning to face me fully.
“I know this might not be the best time to ask,” he began, his voice careful, “but since we’re alone, I
