A few muted applauses were heard, followed by the sound of seats being pushed back.
Dean grasped Sarah's hand. Alone, they vanished into the murmur of voices. The music the band was playing seemed almost familiar, something slow and beautiful.
He drew Sarah near to him on the dance floor, running his hand over the exposed part of her back and seeing her shudder at his touch.
Around them, the crowd whirled and eddied. Thousands of little lights twinkled like stars overhead. The air had a subtle, lovely scent of flowers.
Alternatively, perhaps there was the money smell.
Sarah's tilted face caught his attention as he noticed, for the first time, how beautiful her grey eyes were. Without giving it any thought, he leaned in to give her a kiss while sampling the champagne she had consumed.
