The World Cannot Know

Chapter 23

Matthew Wild

As the party enveloped us in its heady mix of music, laughter, and dim lighting, I felt a rush of exhilaration tempered by a lingering unease. The mingling scents of sweat and sweet-smelling smoke filled the air, creating an almost surreal atmosphere that beckoned us deeper into the heart of the revelry.

Marcus and Alice had already merged into the crowd, their figures becoming one with the pulsating throng of dancers. I followed suit, though my steps were hesitant, my mind still grappling with the events of the day and the secrets that weighed heavily on my conscience.

A hand suddenly grabbed mine, pulling me into a whirling dance. I looked up to see a pair of bright, mischievous eyes framed by a cascade of fiery red hair. The woman laughed, her voice melodic and infectious, and I found myself smiling despite my inner turmoil. The music, a blend of exotic instruments and rhythmic beats, seemed to carry away my worries, if only for a moment.

"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the music.

I nodded, trying to keep up with her energetic movements. "Yes, first time."

"Name's Isla," she introduced herself with a wink, spinning me around with surprising strength. "And you are?"

"Matthew," I replied, breathless from the dance.

"Well, Matthew," she said, leaning in closer, "welcome to the best-kept secret in the city. Let's dance"

I blushed, feeling a bit out of my element. "I'm not sure I'm the best dancer," I admitted, my voice barely audible over the music.

Isla laughed, a melodic sound that seemed to blend with the rhythm around us. "Oh, don't worry about that," she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Just follow my lead."

Before I could protest, she twirled me around again, her movements fluid and confident. I stumbled slightly, but her firm grip kept me steady. "See? You're doing just fine," she teased, her smile warm and inviting.

"I'm not used to this kind of place," I confessed, trying to keep up with her graceful steps. "It's a bit overwhelming."

Isla's eyes softened with understanding. "It's all about letting go, Matthew," she said, her voice soothing. "Forgetting your worries and just living in the moment. Try it."

I took a deep breath, trying to relax. "I suppose it can't hurt," I said, managing a shy smile.

"That's the spirit," she encouraged, pulling me closer. "Just feel the music and let it guide you."

As we danced, I began to lose myself in the rhythm, the vibrant energy of the room seeping into my bones. Isla's presence was magnetic, drawing me out of my shell with every twirl and step.

"So, Matthew," she said, her voice a playful whisper in my ear, "what brings a handsome prince like you to a place like this?"

My thoughts went straight to Sebastian, he's probably having a great time on his honeymoon. My heard couldn't help but ache. I shouldn't have these feelings. They are not for me to delve into.

"Just needed a break," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, forcing a smile.

Isla tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "A break from what? The royal life too much for you?"

I chuckled nervously, my fingers tightening around the drink she handed me. "Something like that, only I'm not the prince" I said, taking a sip of the sweet, potent liquid. The warmth spread through me, easing some of the tension. "Needed to get away, clear my head."