The porcelain ballroom was filled with opulent ball gowns swaying around, the orchestra playing their melody, and the chatters of aristocrats.

Yet, these unnecessary noises became faint as you and Zoya danced on the grand dance floor. Twirling in each other’s arms and getting lost in each other’s beauty in the night.

“You look absolutely radiant, love.”

She whispers into your ear, gripping your waist and spinning you around gracefully. Her cocky smirk not daring to leave her face.