Isabella
The music was soft, a slow, sweeping waltz that seemed to hum through the floorboards and vibrate directly against my ribs. Golden light spilled from crystal chandeliers overhead, washing the grand ballroom in a warm, amber glow.
Dylan held me like I was something fragile, yet his hand against the small of my back was firm, steady, and entirely undeniable.
We moved together effortlessly as every step was a fluid extension of the last, my palm resting against his shoulder, and feeling the heat radiate through the fine fabric of his jacket.
When he looked down at me, his dark eyes weren't guarded or hyper-vigilant. They were completely open and filled with emotions. I could see it in the way he held my gaze, the tender, breathless rhythm of his movements, every subtle gesture r
