When Scott walked to the edge of the balcony and looked toward the dance floor, he saw her dancing gracefully in a white spaghetti-strap dress with a man. Her movements were elegant and beautiful, like a white swan gliding into the banquet hall. They danced with poise and beauty, a perfect match in appearance, and had already become the center of attention.
Scott narrowed his eyes.
What was the relationship between that man and her?
Why were they so in sync?
And the way she looked at him—her focus and the radiance in her eyes—Scott had never seen anything like it before. It was as if, in that moment, there were only the two of them in the entire banquet hall.
A sour, bitter feeling surged from the depths of his heart.
He left the balcony and turned to his friend. "Excuse me for a mom
