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THEO
Icouldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty. She looked absolutely stunning in her elegant white dress. She was seriously the most beautiful woman in the entire world. Never had I laid eyes on a woman that carried herself with such poise and grace. Her beauty was the kind of thing the history books would write about. She was the modern-day Helen of Troy.
“Truly stunning, Emilie,” I whispered as we stood outside the house. I almost didn’t want to go in. She was too pretty to share. I knew everyone was going to have their eyes on her. They were all going to want her. What if I had competition? What if another managed to catch her eye?
I’d kill him.
She was mine.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling.
“Are you ready to go in?” I asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
With her hand hooked on my elbow, we walked into the house. Butlers wearing jackets with tails lined the foyer, ready to do anything we asked for. The doors to the ballroom were opened. We stepped inside and it felt as if the entire room held its breath as we entered.
Emilie’s presence by my side filled me with a sense of pride. I couldn’t deny the thrill of admiration in the eyes of those around us. All eyes were on us as we were escorted to our table. I knew the men in the room were jealous. The women were envious. They knew I was the luckiest man of the season.
“Everyone is staring,” Emilie whispered.
“Have you seenyou?” I asked with a small laugh. “You’re a showstopper. You’re the belle of the ball. You’re the one they all admire.”
Emilie blushed, looking down at her feet. I couldn’t help but take in the sight of her. Her hair was in a pretty braid with a black ribbon weaved into. She wore a diamond necklace that glittered in the light, and her dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She looked like an angel.
My angel.
As we sat down at our table, I felt a sense of unease. I knew that there were going to be other men vying for Emilie’s attention. I didn’t want to share her with anyone else. I wanted her all to myself.
“I’ll get us drinks,” I said.
“Please, I’m a little warm.”
I quickly got us two glasses of champagne. People were watching me. I knew what they were thinking. They wanted to know how I got so lucky. They wanted to understand what we had together.
I supposed I wanted to know that as well. Were we on our way to love? Were we going to be one of the lucky few that found real love? Or was it all business?
I pushed aside the thoughts and delivered the champagne. “Would you like to dance?” I asked.
She sipped her champagne. “That would be nice.”
The ballroom was a whirlwind of elegance and opulence, with couples dancing gracefully to the music of the live orchestra. Emilie and I joined in with our movements perfectly synced as if we had been dancing partners for a lifetime. The music seemed to carry us away into a world of its own.
As we swayed to the rhythm, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Emilie. Her blue eyes sparkled with joy and her smile was bright and natural. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, and it was impossible not to feel a deep sense of attraction and affection toward her.
I thought I saw affection in her eyes, but it could just be my imagination. I was caught up in the magic of the moment. Was it more than just the obligation of a Wed season match? I couldn’t deny that I had grown incredibly fond of Emilie during our time together.
“You like dancing,” I commented as we swirled around the room.
“I do. Sometimes. I like dancing with you. You’re a very skilled dancer. You move like you are gliding and my toes are safe.”
I chuckled. “I’m glad I’m not stepping on your toes. You are the graceful one.”
The dance ended and I escorted her off the floor. Before we could sit down, a young lady rushed over.
“Emilie, you’re so pretty!”
