The night was winding down, guests beginning to filter out of the ballroom in groups, laughter and chatter following them as they exited. Amelia felt the weight of the evening pressing in on her, a strange mix of exhilaration and uncertainty filling her chest. The card Liam had handed her earlier felt heavy in her purse, its presence a reminder of the connection they’d shared. But she had resolved to keep her distance; after all, what did she really know about him?
Just as she was about to leave, Amelia felt someone approach. She turned, her heart beating faster as she saw Liam standing there, a slight smile on his face. His eyes held a warmth she hadn’t expected, as though he could sense her internal struggle.
Leaving already? His voice was soft, almost a whisper above the faint music s
