The dazzling chandelier cast its glow overhead as the crowd parted like the Red Sea.
The expansive dance floor now held only Beauty and Lucas.
She had to tilt her chin up just to meet his gaze, standing a full head shorter than him.
The entire time, she kept her eyes locked on his, her neck aching from the effort.
Murmurs rippled through the onlookers.
"They look perfect together—who is that girl?
Does anyone know?"
"Must be from an elite family," another woman chimed in, eyeing Beauty with envy.
"Just look at her poise—every gesture screams old money."
The whispers swirled, speculating about her background, especially how effortlessly she matched Lucas's every move, as if they'd been choreographed.
Then, the murmurs hit a sudden pause.
Sarah stepped out of a sapphire-blue sports car, arm-in-arm with Ryan Jones.
She leaned close, whispering something to him with a coy smile.
All eyes snapped to her.
