Without hesitating.
not even for a second.
Amelia smiled.
“It would be my pleasure, Mr. Carter.”
There was something soft in her voice.
Something certain.
Something that didn’t need to be questioned.
She placed her hand in his, and just like that, he led her toward the dance floor.
No rush.
No pressure.
Just a slow, steady pull that felt natural, like she had done this with him a hundred times before, even though she hadn’t.
When they reached the center, Daniel’s hand found her waist again, firm but gentle, while his other hand held hers. Amelia rested her free hand lightly on his shoulder, her fingers barely brushing the fabric of his suit.
And then.
They moved.
Slowly at first.
Finding the rhythm.
Letting the music guide them.
Gliding across the floor like everyone else…
