_Avery's POV_
The festival was magical. The Selene Festival was the highlight of the year, and tonight, everything seemed perfect. The soft glow of lanterns hanging from the trees and the laughter of the crowd created a warm, joyful atmosphere. Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease in my heart.
Liam and I had just finished eating, and he smiled at me, his golden-brown eyes sparkling under the lights. “Dance with me,” he said, holding out his hand.
I hesitated. “Dance? Liam, you know I’m terrible at it.”
He chuckled. “Come on, Avery. It’s a festival. Everyone dances, even the bad ones.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so convincing.”
“Is that a yes?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Fine,” I said, taking his hand. “But don’t blame me if I step on your toes.”
He grinned. “If you step
