The lights flickered.
Melissa gently tilted her glass of wine, its deep hue swirling within, as she leaned against the elegant railing of the second floor.
Below, the lavish banquet unfolded, under the shimmering chandeliers, the latest socialites exchanged pleasantries, their laughter mingling with the distant sound of a string quartet.
Her gaze roamed across the crowd until it landed on Evans who was walking over not far away, He was a striking figure, his posture dignified and sharp, that can easily capture ones attention.
As if sensing her stare, Evans looked up. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Melissa felt the weight of the room shift around them.
She quickly averted her gaze, her heart fluttering with an emotion she couldn't quite name, but she gnored the discomfort of her heart.
