The man she had only seen before in her dreams, the man mentioned by her Guardian at the time when she was coping with everything. The man who's admired by beautiful ladies who are now weeping because they failed. The man who is destined to change the fate of his world is now dancing with Mireya.
She could freely observe his handsome face now. She's staring back at his blue eyes as if absorbing her soul the way he looked at her. And Mireya wants to disappear because of the visible admiration in Hannibal's eyes. Mireya could barely hear the noise around her because the sound coming from her loud and deafening heartbeat was more dominant. Nothing and no one else mattered that moment but him, the warmth of his hand on hers, the tingling sensation of his palm at the back of her waist.
