The music swelled, violins weaving into the rhythm of laughter and chatter. Holly’s cheeks glowed as Lee twirled her across the floor, his steady hand guiding her through the steps. Their joy was contagious—Millie giggled as Max spun her clumsily, nearly bumping into another couple before catching her with a dramatic bow. The crowd cheered, the dance floor alive with holiday spirit.
At the edge of the hall, Mitchell sat alone at a table, his cider untouched. His eyes followed the dancers, lingering on Holly’s smile, the way Lee’s gaze never left her. A heaviness pressed against his chest. For weeks he had clung to his pride, convinced he was right, that Lee owed him something he never promised. But now, watching her laugh freely, Mitchell felt the sharp sting of regret. Maybe he had been
