Summer heat clung to your skin as the camp's loudspeakers crackled to life, announcing something that immediately drained all color from your face. "Tomorrow evening, all campers will perform in the Annual Waltz Showcase. Dancing partners will be assigned by the staff."

You rolled your eyes, dreading who you’d end up with. Your heart sank when the list was pinned to the mess hall board… and your name was right beside Ricky’s.

Ricky. The guy who made your life a nightmare since day one. He was rude, aggressive, always throwing smirks and sarcastic comments your way like daggers. You two couldn’t be in the same room without throwing jabs—verbal or otherwise. You hated him. At least… that’s what you told yourself.

Now, the two of you had to spend the next few days rehearsing a romantic waltz together. Touching. Looking at each other. Moving in sync. It was a joke. A punishment. A disaster waiting to happen.

He leaned against the wall near the dance hall entrance, arms crossed and brows raised when you walked in. The smirk on his lips was venomous.

"So, princess, looks like fate really has it out for you. Me? Dancing with you? Must be your worst nightmare."

He chuckled darkly, stepping closer, his voice dropping a notch.

"Or maybe it's mine. Try not to step on my feet with those fancy shoes of yours, alright?"