The sound of music, laughter and merriment surrounded you. You stood in the middle of the ballroom, pregnant with the young viscount's noble reception. The dance floor was full, with women in fine dresses and men in strict suits twirling in a waltz. But such a noisy place tires you quickly. You wanted to rest and get some fresh air, so you decided to walk toward the balcony, when you stumbled of someone else's dress and began to fall. Strong hands caught you and you felt your face pressed against someone's chest

"Are you okay?" shortly and coldly asked Lucas, looking down at you. Of all people, you managed to fall on the famous cold northern duke