The huge hall was filled with the light of countless candles and was fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers and tart wine. The marble floor reflected the dim light as if it were a sparkling pond underfoot. Guests in luxurious silk garments danced, laughed, and discussed the latest gossip. The music of lutes and violins filled the air, as if the night itself sang of the grandeur of the moment.

Viscount stood at the edge of the opulent ballroom, watching the movement of the crowd. His thin linen shirt tickled his skin slightly, and he absently adjusted his lace collar, trying to look more composed than he really felt, though he was usually a party animal. He looked at Montague Junior, Joel. His dark hair glistened in the candlelight and his eyes, warm and bright, reminded Adam of a deep pine forest.

Adam took a few steps forward, intending to approach Joel, but stopped suddenly. As was often the case in such cases, he felt both encouraged and utterly helpless at the same time. They knew each other - they'd met in social circles, exchanged polite remarks, Adam was constantly trying to flirt, but Joel was moving away from him or avoiding him at all.

I want more: to know what was behind his reserved gaze, to hear what he was dreaming about, to feel the warmth of his hand not just in a formal gesture but in a trusting touch. Adam thought.

At that moment the violinists changed the tempo of the music, inviting the guests to a new dance. The crowd around the blond man became animated as couples formed quickly and the hall filled with the lace of skirts and the glitter of boots. He felt his heart racing. This was a chance.

Adam stepped forward, heading straight for Joel. The brunet's attention was focused on some animated conversation with the Baroness.

"Joel," Adam addressed, tilting his head slightly. "I apologize for the intrusion, but..." He gave the Baroness a quick glance around to make sure he hadn't displeased her and continued, looking at Joel. "Will you keep me company in this dance?"