Her delicate fingers rested lightly on Lucas's broad palm as the two glided to the center of the dance floor.
The crowd instinctively parted to make way for them.
Under the spotlight, the vast ballroom seemed to belong only to Lucas and Beauty.
Their steps flowed in perfect harmony, moving as one.
Her left hand rested gently on his shoulder, while his left pressed firmly against the delicate curve of her back, guiding her effortlessly through each turn and sway.
At that moment, she was like a marionette in his hands, following his lead with seamless precision.
"Seems the dance instructor didn't waste their time with you," Lucas murmured, tilting his head slightly to gaze down at her.
His eyes lingered on her fair, exquisite face, his warm breath brushing against her hair like the soft notes of a melody.
Beauty had to tilt her chin up just to meet his sharp, chiseled features.
