Thank you Ona_Matlock_8904 for the golden ticket
William stepped closer to Amelia, his posture straight and elegant, every movement refined by years of training.
"Permit me to hold your hands, milady" he said politely, his voice calm and composed.
Amelia hesitated for only a heartbeat before nodding, "Of course."
William gently took her hands, his touch firm yet respectful. His other hand settled lightly at her waist, guiding rather than restraining. Amelia stiffened at first, her body unfamiliar with such closeness, but she forced herself to relax.
"Follow my pace" William said softly. "Slowly."
"Okay" Amelia replied, her voice quieter than she intended.
The music flowed through the hall like a gentle river, and William began to move. Step by step, Amelia followed his lead, her feet hesitating at first before slowly finding rhythm. Her gown swayed with every movement, the fabric brushing against her legs.
Don't trip… don't embarrass yourself, she thought nervously.
