Mia blinked, still processing his words, especially with that look in his eyes. “Zac, I… I suck at dancing.”
“That shouldn’t be your worry. Just follow my lead,” he replied, his voice still gentle but firm, leaving no room for her to refuse.
“What about Bella?” she whispered, the words fragile as they left her lips. But even as she spoke, her hand had already slipped into his.
“Shhh,” Zac hushed her with a disarming smile. “Unless you’re planning to take off your mask and tell her yourself, I’d suggest you relax.” His voice held a teasing edge as he led her to the center of the ballroom.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, casting a golden glow across the room. The crowd around them faded into a blur, and for a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. As the opening
