The Lady Villainess Captures Her Male Lead

In amidst of a grand celebration, a noble lady made her way alone outside the hallway.
They're all looking at her and wondering why she's not dancing.
It was a shame that with her radiant beauty, she chose not to dance with other men at the ball.
For her enchanting presence would have undoubtedly captivated every gentleman in the room.

The melodies from the orchestra continued to fill the air in a sense of enchantment.

Just as she was about to reach for the door, a familiar man was there beside her.
Their eyes locked in that moment,
where he saw the reflection of her
in his own.

His eyes smiled at the corners with a glint of curiosity.
"Where might your partner be to leave this lady to herself?"

The chandelier's light cast a warm glow over the crowd, and the sound of violins filled the air.
She smiled, but her lips were thin and pressed together.

"I was accompanied by-a dear friend," she replied, her voice firm but her words laced with a hint of hesitation.

He leaned in, gaze fixed on hers.
"Ah, I see. Well, I'm sure your 'friend' will be waiting for you."

Her lashes flicked up to his face before returning to her feet, and the gentleman's eyes never left hers, which made her skin prickle.

Looking at her fleeting figure, the man called out to her and extended his hand.

"I beg of you, only one dance," his voice softened.

She paused as her eyes drifted back to his.

The music seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her answer.

.

.

.