Six
“Pardon me, but are you Marjorie Michel?” A voice nearby inquired.
I turned to see a tall, slender, dark-haired man standing next to me with piercing, deep brown eyes. His jacket was shorter and a different style than I’d seen. An elegant gold-laced brocade decorated the teal blue fabric of both his jacket and pants. A circle of shining stones rested on his head. He was covered in an aura of glimmering gold that somewhat masked his features.
“Yes, I’m Marjorie,” I replied.
“Excellent. I’m Cai. Will you do me the honor of a dance?” he said with a charming smile as he extended his hand. “There are some things I would like to discuss with you.”
I immediately took his hand. I had no idea why I agreed to dance with this stranger, but his aura was one of kindness. He felt like so
