Knight’s hand took hold of mine, and when I met his eyes, he whisked me into his arms to dance. The magical walls of Magda’s home stretched and expanded until we appeared to be in a modest ballroom. As Knight led me in a breathtaking waltz, I could almost feel the swoosh of an elegant ballgown glide about my legs. We transitioned effortlessly between pieces—from the waltz to a polonaise to a quadrille—dances I hadn’t even known that I knew. We gazed into each other’s eyes, and I counted the flecks of deep amber that sparked in his golden irises. There was no need for talking, both too absorbed in the moment to sully it with words. The richness of emotion coursing through me as I glided across the dance floor was addicting. I could have danced forever, wrapped in Knight’s arms, carried by t
