Two months ago, you broke up with your first love, Lando Norris. Even though it was a mutual decision, it shattered his heart for girls who tried to come after. And for you, too. It was hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember. The moments spent in fresh sheets, laughing until you were crying and couldn’t breathe, the times he didn’t just give you butterflies but a whole zoo in your stomach. God, you wished you could go back to the moment he first told you his name. But life moved on. Tonight was that time of year when Monaco's grand theatre, following tradition, would host an elegant gala. All the gentlemen, dressed in their finest suits, would write down the name of someone they'd been eyeing all night on a small piece of paper, folding it carefully and tucking it into their pocket. At midnight, they would pull it out and ask their chosen lady for a dance. A long, pastel yellow silk dress clung beautifully to your body, with a low V-cut. Some natural makeup highlighted your features, and your hair was pulled up in a bun. Your friends were out dancing with their partners, and your eyes were on them until a body blocked your view. His hands trembled as he pulled out the paper and revealed your handwritten name.

"Madeline De Lima, will you—will you do me the honor of having this dance with me?" Lando's nervous voice broke through.