As Lord Oliver and Elizabeth made their way to the center of the ballroom, all eyes were on them. Elizabeth's shimmering dress swayed gracefully with each step, and her mask only added to her mystery. Even Lord Oliver himself could not help but feel enamored by her presence.
The guests whispered amongst themselves, wondering who this mysterious woman could be. Some assumed she was a foreign noblewoman, while others believed her to be a member of the royal family in disguise. No one really knew, but everyone was taken aback by her beauty.
Nicholas was instantly mesmerized by her. There was something about the way she moved and walked that seemed all too familiar, but he couldn't quite place his fingers on it. Afterwards, the dance began, and Lord Oliver held Elizabeth's hand again, leading her to the dance floor.
"You're doing great," Oliver whispered into her ears. "Everyone can't seem to take their eyes off you, especially Prince Nicholas."
