A sigh of disappointment escaped Livy’s mouth as she scanned the ballroom, realizing that no one had extended an invitation to dance. She shifted her gaze in hopes of finding a potential dance partner, and that’s when her eyes locked onto him.

He was adorned in the distinguished uniform of the Royal Sulyaan Army. With chestnut brown hair and captivating blue-gray eyes that seemed to smolder with intensity, he held her attention with a magnetic grip. Livy’s crimson eyes locked onto his, creating a connection that felt as if time had momentarily stood still.

As the seconds ticked by, she noticed him steadily approaching her, closing the distance between them.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi,” Livy said barely above a whisper.
“Would you like to dance?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

He gracefully led her onto the dance floor, just as the enchanting strains of a waltz began to play. Effortlessly, he spun her around, and to Livy, it felt as though she was floating.