Emily
The moment I stepped back into the ballroom, my mask slid seamlessly into place.
Soft smile.
Relaxed posture.
Eyes warm but distant.
I greeted the ladies gathered near the center of the room, accepting their compliments with practiced grace, responding to polite inquiries about my studies, my engagement, my future. I laughed lightly when expected, nodded when appropriate, and never once let my expression slip.
By Nathan’s side, I was flawless.
He played his role well too—hand resting lightly at my waist, voice steady as he introduced me to acquaintances and distant relatives, all of them remarking on my composure, my beauty, my suitability.
“You’re a lucky man,” one of them said, raising his glass.
Nathan smiled. I smiled too.
Inside, I felt hollow.
I could feel him.
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