Aurora glanced at Bathsheba, who gave her an approving nod, her eyes twinkling with encouragement. Steeling herself, Aurora placed her hand in the gentleman's outstretched palm.
Together, they stepped into the grandeur of the ballroom, where the polished floor gleamed under the light of ornate crystal chandeliers.
Around them, couples glided gracefully in harmonious motion, their laughter mingling with the lively strains of the musicians.
"I did not expect to find myself with a dance partner tonight," Aurora began softly, a demure smile gracing her lips. Her gaze flickered to the man in front her, whose eyes lingered on hers, warm and intent. His smile deepened, revealing dimples that sent a fleeting warmth through her.
"And why should a lady of such beauty not find herself with a partner?" he replied smoothly, his voice steady yet laced with intrigue. He placed his right arm on her waist, his left hand clasping her hand, as they gracefully claimed the floor.
