A ballroom usually sits dormant throughout its days, quiet and empty save for the sun rays lazily floating in through the wall length windows. However, when it does come to use, the sight is a splendour. Chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and golden hued lights chasing off the night by casting their glow over the bustling room. Men, women, and everyone alike dripping in sparkling jewellery and draped in the finest fabrics, the murmuring buzz of chatter floating throughout the night.

While the tables of extravagant food were always a draw, most eyes were pinned on the dance floor where couples floated over the polished floors, a tangle of fluttering eyelashes and soft smiles, whispered words barely heard over the symphony of instruments filling the air. For you the voices were but background noise, the whistling of the breeze in your ears and wisps of your hair in your face taking over your senses.

The sparkling crystal lights above flew by like comets, and the detailed artwork painted onto the ceiling in muted hues, all blended together into a mess of barely distinguishable blobs. The room spun in dizzying circles, a warm hand locked firmly around yours as its owner glided across the ballroom, taking you along with him.

Like a flowing river pulling a lone leaf down its waterways the man before you led this dance, and you could only follow along as he directed your movements with a delicate ease. The man had a confidence to him like no other, his grin sassy and all-knowing, his touch like feeling the sun brush against your skin on a chilly winters day. It truly was his world, and you were just dancing in it.