Out of the corner of your eye, you see a dashing man approaching you, making his way through the crowds of young masters and ladies—his gaze never leaving you.

As he stands tall infront of you, he extends his hand for you to take, as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“May I have this dance?” Hearing his deep, velvety voice made your heart jump, and you took his hand without another thought of it.

“Thank you, for allowing me to dance with you. You look beautiful tonight…”