The ballroom glowed with old-world elegance—tall arched window draped in a pale silk golden chandeliers casting warm light over polished marble floors. Intricate carvings adorned the walls, roses and lines etched into stone, while tall mirrors framed in gold reflected the candlelight endlessly. The air carried the faint scent of roses and melted wax, timeless and hushed.
At the center of it all was Lannae.
She moved to the music as though she were part of it dressed in a soft pink ballerina gown that clung delicately to her form. The fitted bodice was embroidered with fine silver thread, catching the light with every movement, while the flowing skirt swayed around her like petals stirred by a breeze. Her hair was drawn into a beat bun, revealing the graceful line of her neck. Every step, every lift of her arms, was precise yet effortless.
She finished with a final spin.
Benjamin found himself applauding before he realized it.
