Chapter Twenty-Seven
Beneath the Mask
The music slowed.
The ballroom seemed to disappear.
Aveline had spent years believing dancing was something reserved for noble daughters and future Lunas. It belonged to women who had been taught grace from childhood.
Not servants.
Not girls who had spent their evenings scrubbing stone floors.
"I really don't know what I'm doing."
Theo smiled as they stepped onto the polished marble floor.
"I have wonderful news."
She looked up.
"I do."
"So do I."
She frowned.
"You don't know what you're doing either?"
"Oh, I know the steps."
He leaned closer with a conspiratorial smile.
"But every Alpha in this room expects perfection."
"I've always enjoyed disappointing expectations."
A surprised laugh escaped her.
"You shouldn't admit that."
"I'
