As the orchestra played a waltz, Evelyn found herself gliding across the dance floor, her heart beating to the rhythm of her steps. To her astonishment, Lord Harrington approached, extending his hand with a half-smile. "May I have this dance, Lady Evelyn?" he asked in a voice like velvet.
The room seemed to fade away as they moved together, lost in the music and each other's gaze. In that fleeting moment, beneath the watchful eyes of high society, a forbidden connection was forged, and the whispers of destiny grew louder.