"She wants nothing to do with him... He would be miserable without her."
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Meet Sophie Franklin, a fiercely independent fashion designer who lives in New York, and then there's Marcus Beadoux, a dashing prince with...
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Playlist. Love in the Dark by Adele Atlantis by Seafret. Never Felt So Alone by Labrinth. Enjoy reading!
Carlos leads me to the dance floor, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest with my hand in his. The soft music fills the air, and the room seems to spin around us as we step onto the polished wooden floor. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, as Carlos positions himself in front of me, his hand extended.
"Ready?" he asks with a warm smile.
I nod, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Settling one hand on my waist while the other grabs mine and raises it high in the air, he begins to move, guiding me through the steps of the dance. I rest my free hands on his shoulders, and the slow dance begins. Just like he promised, he begins to teach me the steps, and although I'm clumsy for a couple of times, surprisingly, I find myself catching on quickly, my body responding to the music in ways I never thought possible.
"For someone who has never danced before, you sure are picking up quite well," he says with a chuckle, moving me around, his eyes tinged with amusement and satisfaction. I laugh along with him, feeling a sense of pride swell within me.
"That's just because I have a good teacher," I reply, grateful for his encouragement. He grins, his hold tightening on me as the music picks up speed. I focus all my attention on getting all the steps right. Little by little, I start to enjoy myself and feeling proud for not stepping on Carlos. I lose myself in the music, letting go of my worries and insecurities as I focus on the joy of the moment. I'm really glad I came out tonight. We continue to dance, our movements becoming more fluid and graceful with each passing moment.
But then, I look across the room and spot him - Marcus, dancing with Reina, and I feel a shiver go down my spine. From where I was, I could see his face contorted in what I could only recognize as... Jealousy? What the hell!?
Carlos notices my wavering attention and stiffening body and clears his throat, snapping my attention back to him. A look of concern is already etched on his face as he stares down at me. "Is everything alright?" he asks when he sees my stunned expression.
I force a smile, trying to push away the feelings of guilt and unease. "Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. "Just thought I saw something, that's all. I apologize for being distracted," I say, giving him a sheepish smile.
"Oh, it's alright. It's nothing to apologize for," he says, and I nod, grateful for his understanding, and try to follow his advice. But no matter how hard I try, I can't shake the feeling of Marcus's eyes on me, watching my every move, giving me goosebumps and causing my stomach to twist into itself.
