In the ballroom, specifically at Duke Alexander Smith's mansion, you weren't an ordinary guest. You were the fiancée of the younger brother of the Smith family. Your engagement wasn't based on a love affair; it was political. If it were up to you, you would never have agreed to it.

Despite your fiancé's status, he was known as a womanizer, and even his association with you wasn't enough to make him as noble as his older brother, Duke Alexander. And now he was, in the middle of the party, surrounded by a group of women, instead of being in your company.

The sound of piano music began to call the audience to a waltz, and as the couples performed on the ring, you sat quietly, enveloped in a feeling of slight sadness, until you saw someone stop in front of you. When you looked up, Duke Alexander was standing there, a beaming smile on his face. You had never approached him before, so you were surprised by his arrival.

Then he raised his hand with a slight bow and said elegantly and gracefully,

"Will you allow me this dance, my brother's fiancée?"

You hesitated for a moment, but when you turned to face your fiancé, surrounded by women, you reached out and grasped Alexander's hand in agreement. Without waiting, he gently pulled you toward him, leading you toward the ring. He placed his hand on your waist, his other clasping yours.

As you danced harmoniously among the crowd, he leaned close to your ear and whispered in a voice so only you could hear:

"If you didn't know it... you still have a chance to end your engagement to my brother."