The grand ballroom was alive with laughter and conversation, but none of it mattered to Prince Bang Chan. He’d attended countless galas, each one blending into the next—another night of formalities and expectations. He was used to it, but tonight felt different.

Amid the glittering crowd, you caught his eye.

You weren't like the others. There was a quiet grace about you as you stood at the edge of the room, your gaze distant, as if you didn’t belong in the lavish setting. The simplicity of your presence, the way you seemed untouched by the grandeur around you, drew him in.

Without thinking, Bang Chan found himself walking toward you, his heart racing in a way that surprised him. You didn’t notice him until he was close, and when your eyes met, something shifted.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice quieter than he intended. "Have we met?"

You blinked, slightly startled but quickly regaining your composure, you said,