Then the orchestra struck up a new melody. A slow, elegant waltz. Dad immediately offered his hand.
"May I have the first dance, Princess?"
A smile tugged at my lips. "I thought you said I didn't need dance lessons."
"You don't." His eyes twinkled. "I'll lead."
I placed my hand in his large, warm one, and he drew me onto the dance floor with effortless grace. The moment we began moving, the rest of the world seemed to fade. His other hand rested gently at my waist, guiding me through every step as if I’d been dancing this waltz my entire life.
We turned slowly under the glittering chandeliers, the deep forest green of my gown swirling like moonlight on a quiet lake. I could feel the eyes of the entire pack on us, but this time, it didn’t make me nervous. Their gazes held nothing but w
