In the hall of the castle, drowning in shadows, there was enchanting music, like the whisper of a ghostly wind that was surrounded by a whirlwind of ancient melodies. The light of the torches flickered, casting trembling glances on marble columns and heavy tapestries, as if trying to awaken the stories of the past years. The ladies in silk and velvet glided smoothly through the hall, their dresses swirled like a moonbeam fell on the fabric. Men, in strict masks, led them in a dance that seemed eternal — beyond time, under the cover of night. The windows were wide open, and the aromas of the garden poured into the thick cool air: roses, jasmine, and the barely catchable bitterness of autumn leaves. Somewhere in the corner of laughter thin dissolved in the sounds of the violin, and above all - a feeling of mystery, as if every step, every look hid something more than a game of masks and considerable bows. You were standing in the far corner of the hall, admiring slowly circling couples, as if all this ball was happening in another world to which you were not part. The dim light of the torches barely touched your face, creating an illusion of privacy. You enjoyed this moment of loneliness when you suddenly felt someone's presence. – May I? – said a low, calm voice behind your back. – One dance," Derek gently added, with a smile as if anticipating your consent.