"Isabel, after the ball tonight, there's something I want to tell you." Remembering Chris' unusually solemn demeanor, Isabel felt a flutter in her heart.
Isabel decided to follow her heart and sought out Chris, whom she wished to meet.
She hoped everything would go smoothly tonight and that she would see Chris!
At the ball, Isabel politely declined other male classmates' dance invitations. She tiptoed, lifting her gown, and tried hard to find the blond, blue-eyed man in the crowd.
"Isabel!" As she wandered through the dancing crowd like a lost deer, Isabel heard that familiar, gentle voice.
She turned, scanning through the crowd, and her gaze settled in a corner of the ballroom.
A tall figure was standing quietly there. It was Chris.
Their eyes met, and Isabel instantly felt at ease
