Dean's POV
As I watched Chloe flee from the ballroom, a pang of regret and longing surged through me. I knew that my presence had caused her distress, and the weight of my revelation hung heavy upon my shoulders. But I couldn't let her slip away without explaining the truth, without offering her the chance to understand the depth of our connection.
With a determined stride, I followed Chloe's path, my heart racing with a mix of apprehension and hope. The moonlight cast a soft glow upon the gardens, illuminating the path ahead as I searched for her amidst the shadows and blooms.
And then, there she was, her figure bathed in moonlight, her tears glistening like diamonds in the night. My heart clenched at the sight of her pain, knowing that I was the cause of her sorrow. But I couldn't let
