The ballroom was full of people.
Music played softly as guests moved around the large room, their faces hidden behind beautiful masks. Some danced while others stood in small groups, talking and laughing.
Lydia smiled when people spoke to her.
She greeted the ladies who had helped with the fundraiser and thanked the guests for coming. She answered questions about the school and spoke politely to everyone who approached her.
But she barely knew who she was talking to.
Her eyes kept moving toward one person.
Ivan.
He stood on the other side of the ballroom, speaking with a few guests.
Lydia could hardly focus on anything else.
Every time she looked away, her eyes returned to him.
She could not even tell who some of the people around her were anymore. Their masks made it difficult to recognize anyone, but she had no problem recognizing Ivan.
She knew him too well.
She knew the way he stood.
The way he held himself.
The way his eyes moved around the room.
