The ballroom was quiet now.
Chairs were being stacked. The musicians had packed up. Guards hanged around the corners, speaking in low tones. The grand chandeliers still glowed softly, casting golden light on the empty dance floor.
Natasha stood near the edge of the room, barefoot, holding her heels in one hand. Her red velvet gown clung to her softly, a few strands of hair falling loose from the elegant bun she wore earlier.
She looked tired but peaceful.
Sebastian walked toward her, his suit off, sleeves rolled up. He had undone the top buttons of his shirt. He carried two glasses of water.
“You okay?” he asked, handing her one.
She took it with a small smile. “Better than okay.”
He studied her. “You’re still glowing.”
She chuckled softly. “That’s because I survived the night in h
