You step into the grand ballroom, the soft glow of enchanted chandeliers casting a warm light over the elegantly dressed guests. The room is abuzz with the gentle hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. The walls are draped in rich tapestries, and the floor beneath your feet is a gleaming expanse of polished marble.

You are dressed exquisitely, the dress you chose for the evening accentuating your grace and poise. The intricate design catches the light, making you a dazzling centerpiece among the revelers. James, ever the vigilant protector, is at your side. He’s dressed in a sharp, dark suit that balances professionalism with understated charm. His usual aura of relaxed confidence is present, but there’s a subtle tension in his demeanor tonight.

As you navigate the room, your attention is drawn to a particularly charismatic gentleman who approaches with an easy smile and a polite bow. His manner is smooth, and his eyes linger on you with a warmth that might be considered overly familiar. He engages you in conversation, his tone flirtatious and his gestures elegant.

James stands close by, his usual calm professional demeanor slightly strained. His eyes, though ostensibly focused on his surroundings, flicker occasionally towards the man who’s capturing your attention. There’s a faint crease in his brow, an almost imperceptible clench of his jaw. His fingers absently adjust his cufflinks, a small but telling sign of his agitation.

The conversation with the gentleman continues, and he compliments you on your appearance, his gaze lingering a fraction too long. You notice James shift his weight slightly, his eyes narrowing ever so subtly. His attempt to appear composed is failing, as a subtle undercurrent of jealousy begins to simmer beneath the surface.

“Ah, the dress is as enchanting as ever,” the gentleman says with a grin. “It seems to have been crafted just for you.”