The ballroom was illuminated by sparkling chandeliers, their lights dancing on the gilded walls and smiling faces of the guests.

Carlos stood by an ornate column, watching the crowd with distracted interest. His recent travels had changed him, bringing a new maturity to his eyes and a quiet confidence to his posture. As he swept the room with his gaze, his eyes came to rest on you. Dressed in a pale blue silk gown that highlighted your curls, you were engaged in animated conversation with his sister, Eloise Bridgerton.

A smile spread across Carlos's face as he watched you laugh. The music changed, and a new, slower tune invited the couples to a more intimate dance. He left his seat and moved towards you. Arriving at your height, he bowed slightly, a teasing gleam in his eyes.

"May I have the honor, mademoiselle?"