THE FIRST DANCE
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That weekend, the Hale Foundation hosted a charity gala.
Adrian insisted Isla attend.
"I don't belong at events like this."
"You belong wherever you choose to be."
She looked at him skeptically.
"That's easy for you to say."
"Why?"
"Because this is your world."
Adrian glanced around the mansion.
"And you think I enjoy it?"
She smiled slightly.
"You seem comfortable."
"I've had years of practice."
Isla sighed.
"I still don't think I should go."
"You've spent the entire week hiding from people."
"I wasn't hiding."
"You were."
"I was being careful."
"There's a difference?"
She gave him a look.
Adrian smiled.
"Come with me."
Isla looked down at the dress Evelyn had chosen for her.
"I don't even have anything suitable."
"Evelyn already handled that."
Isla's eyes widened.
"Of course she did."
From behind them, Evelyn smiled.
"You'll thank me later."
Isla laughed.
"I already know better than to argue with you."
A few hours later, she stood in front of the mirror.
She barely recognized herself.
She arrived wearing a simple navy-blue gown Evelyn had helped her pick.
It wasn't overly elaborate.
It was elegant and comfortable.
Her hair was styled simply, and she wore only a few pieces of jewelry.
She took one last look at herself.
"You can do this."
She walked downstairs.
The sound of music and conversation filled the ballroom.
Guests moved between tables covered with white cloth.
Crystal lights hung from the ceiling.
Servers carried trays through the crowd.
Everywhere she looked, people seemed to know one another.
Business leaders.
Politicians.
Charity organizers.
Members of wealthy families.
Isla suddenly felt out of place.
She stopped near the entrance.
"I shouldn't be here."
Then she heard a familiar voice.
"You belong wherever you choose to be."
She turned.
Adrian stood a few feet away.
For a moment, he didn't say anything.
He simply looked at her.
"You look..."
He searched for the right word.
"Incredible."
She smiled shyly.
"You clean up pretty well yourself."
He laughed.
"Thank you."
He offered his arm.
"Shall we?"
She hesitated before taking it.
As they walked into the ballroom, conversations gradually shifted.
People noticed them.
Some smiled.
Others whispered.
Isla could feel the attention.
"Everyone is staring."
"Let them."
"Easy for you to say."
Adrian leaned closer.
"Ignore them."
"You're telling me to ignore an entire ballroom?"
"Yes."
She laughed softly.
"You're strange."
"So I've been told."
They reached their table.
Adrian introduced her to several people.
Some were friendly.
Others were obviously curious about her.
One woman smiled politely.
"And how do you know Adrian?"
Before Isla could answer, Adrian spoke.
"She saved my life."
The woman looked surprised.
"You're the woman from the accident?"
Isla nodded.
"Yes."
"That's incredible."
"She doesn't think so," Adrian said.
Isla looked at him.
"Because anyone would have done it."
"Not anyone."
His words made her uncomfortable.
She looked away.
The orchestra began playing a slower song.
Several couples moved toward the dance floor.
Isla watched them.
"You dance?" Adrian asked.
She immediately shook her head.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I don't know how."
"You don't have to know."
"That's exactly what someone who can dance would say."
He smiled.
"May I?"
Isla hesitated only a second before placing her hand in his.
They stepped onto the dance floor.
At first, she was nervous.
"I told you I can't dance."
"I'll lead."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
He laughed.
"Trust me."
She looked at him.
"I'm working on that."
They began moving slowly with the music.
Isla concentrated on her steps.
One.
Two.
Three.
She stepped on his shoe.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
A few seconds later, she did it again.
Adrian smiled.
"You're enjoying this."
"I'm trying not to embarrass myself."
"You aren't."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
She finally relaxed.
The music continued.
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
No enemies.
No warnings.
No secret messages.
No questions about Victor.
Just the music.
And the quiet space between them.
Adrian looked at her.
"You seem happier."
She smiled.
"I am."
"Good."
"Why?"
"Because you deserve to be."
She looked down.
"Adrian..."
"What?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For making me feel safe."
His expression softened.
"You are safe."
She looked at him.
"I hope so."
Across the room, Victor watched them.
His expression was unreadable.
Beside him stood a man in a dark suit.
Victor took a sip of his drink.
"So..."
"She's becoming important."
The man nodded.
"Should we move forward?"
Victor looked toward the dance floor.
"The closer she gets to Adrian..."
He paused.
"The more she'll hurt him."
The man looked uncertain.
"And if she doesn't?"
Victor smiled.
"She will."
He turned away.
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"Because Adrian still thinks he can protect her."
Victor's eyes narrowed.
"Let him believe that."
Meanwhile, Isla and Adrian continued dancing.
She noticed that he seemed distracted.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
He smiled.
"You're getting better at reading me."
"I've had practice."
He looked across the ballroom.
Isla followed his gaze.
"Who are you looking at?"
"Victor."
She saw his uncle standing across the room.
Their eyes met.
Victor smiled.
But there was nothing warm about it.
Isla felt uncomfortable.
"Do you trust him?"
Adrian looked at her.
"No."
"Then why is he here?"
"Because he's family."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one I have."
Before Isla could respond, the music stopped.
The guests applauded.
Adrian offered his hand.
"Would you like some air?"
She nodded.
They walked toward the terrace.
The night air was cool.
Isla rested her hands on the railing.
"This is beautiful."
Adrian stood beside her.
"It is."
She looked at him.
"Do you ever come out here?"
"Sometimes."
"When?"
"When I need to think."
"About what?"
"Everything."
She smiled.
"You really are complicated."
"So are you."
"I am not."
"You saved a stranger without thinking twice."
"That isn't complicated."
"It is to me."
She looked at him.
"Why?"
"Because most people would have kept walking."
"I couldn't."
"I know."
There was a quiet moment between them.
Then Isla heard something.
A faint sound.
She turned toward the garden.
"What was that?"
Adrian immediately became alert.
"What?"
"I heard something."
He looked around.
Nothing moved.
The garden appeared empty.
"Probably the wind."
"Maybe."
But Adrian didn't look convinced.
He placed a hand lightly near her shoulder, guiding her back toward the ballroom.
"Let's go inside."
They returned to the ballroom.
Neither noticed the figure moving along the darkness outside.
Hidden among the shadows, someone watched the brightly lit windows.
A long-range weapon was positioned toward the building.
The figure remained perfectly still.
Inside the ballroom, Adrian laughed at something Isla said.
The figure adjusted its position.
The weapon was aimed toward the windows.
The target was Adrian.
But before the person could do anything, another voice spoke through an earpiece.
"Hold."
The figure stopped.
"Why?"
A quiet voice answered.
"There's too much security."
The figure looked toward the ballroom.
"Then what do we do?"
"Wait."
"For how long?"
"Until they're alone."
The figure lowered the weapon slightly.
Inside, Adrian and Isla returned to their table.
Victor watched them from across the room.
He smiled.
He knew something they didn't.
The gala wasn't just a celebration.
It was the beginning of the next move.
And while everyone inside believed the danger was outside...
Someone had already found a way into the Hale Foundation.
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