Third Person POV From a corner close to the dance floor, Liam watched Deborah and Caleb dance. The marble pillar he leaned against felt cool through his tuxedo jacket, a stark contrast to the heat building in his chest. Crystal light from the chandeliers cast shifting shadows across his face as couples moved in graceful circles before him, but his attention remained fixed on one pair alone.A part of him wondered what they were talking about, while the other part of him kept telling him to just be happy for Deborah. The rational side of his brain repeated the mantra like a prayer – she's getting what she's always wanted, she deserves this happiness, you should be celebrating for her. But the words felt hollow against the ache spreading through his ribs.His fingers gripped the stem of a champagne flute he didn't remember picking up, the glass growing warm under his touch. The golden liquid inside barely moved as he held it perfectly still, his body rigid with the effort of staying in
Third Person POV Crystal reflections danced on the marble walls, creating patterns that shifted and moved like living things as other couples danced around them. Deborah looked up at Liam with a smile on her face as they continued to move slowly in tune with the music. Her eyes sparkled with something that looked almost like contentment, a peace she hadn't felt in years.Liam spinned her lightly around mirroring the expression on her face. The fabric of her dress flared out gracefully as she turned, the silk whispering against her legs before settling back into place. When she completed the spin and faced him again, her cheeks were flushed pink from the movement, and several loose waves of red hair had fallen across her face.From across the room, near the towering floral arrangements by the refreshment table, hostile eyes tracked their every movement. Olivia's perfectly manicured fingers gripped her champagne flute so tightly her knuckles had turned white, and the muscles in her ja
Deborah's POVThe dance floor stretched before us like an ocean of polished marble, couples already swaying to the gentle melody floating from hidden speakers throughout the ballroom. My palms were damp with nervous sweat as Liam guided me toward the centre, his hand warm and steady against the small of my back through the silk of my dress.As he turned to face me, the golden light from the chandeliers caught the sharp lines of his jaw, making him look like something carved from stone and brought to life. His hazelnut-coloured eyes held mine with an intensity that made my stomach flutter."May I have this dance?" Liam asked.His voice was soft, formal, like we were characters in one of the romance novels I loved to read. The question hung in the air between us, and I could smell his cologne mixing with the sweet scent of roses from my corsage and the faint vanilla from the candles scattered around the room.Unable to take her eyes off him, I replied with a smile, "Sorry in advance for
Third Person POV"Probably what every other straight guy with a zip-code is thinking. Who's that incredibly hot chick?" Liam said with a smile even as he was unable to tear his eyes away from hers.The words rolled off his tongue with practised ease, the same casual confidence he used to deflect attention from things that mattered too much. But his voice caught slightly on the last word, betraying the effect she was having on him. The golden light from the chandeliers reflected in her green eyes, and he found himself memorizing the way her lashes cast tiny shadows on her cheeks.Liam moved to stand beside Deborah, extending his arm towards her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The black fabric of his tuxedo sleeve contrasted sharply against the midnight blue of her dress as he offered her the crook of his elbow.With a bright smile on her face, Deborah hooked her hand on his arm. Her fingers were delicate against the wool of his jacket, and he could feel the slight tre
Third Person POV"Damn, who's that hot hottie?" One of the guys standing within a group in a corner asked, looking in Deborah's direction. As he was standing with Mindy, she turned to see who he was talking about.Liam, who had been sitting at a table close to the entrance with his back to the door anxiously waiting for Deborah, heard the whispers directed to someone behind him. The ice cubes in his untouched drink had long melted, leaving watery rings on the white tablecloth where he'd been nervously moving his glass in circles. His leg bounced under the table as he checked his phone for the third time in five minutes.He turned and stood to his feet as soon as he noticed Deborah standing there, and his entire world seemed to stop."Holy shit," he breathed, completely forgetting where he was.The crystal chandelier above cast golden light across her transformed figure, and Liam felt his breath catch in his throat like he'd been punched. This couldn't be the same girl who he'd left wi
‘What if everyone laughs at me? What if this was all a terrible mistake? Maybe I'll be better off dying a virgin.’ The thoughts barraged my mind as I stepped out of the vehicle Liam had arranged for me.My legs felt like jelly beneath the flowing midnight blue fabric of my dress. The cool evening air kissed my bare shoulders, and I fought the urge to pull the wrap Maya had draped around me tighter. Every instinct screamed at me to climb back into the car and tell the driver to take me home, where I could hide under my covers and pretend this night never happened.But the car was already pulling away, its red taillights disappearing into the distance like my last chance at escape.I stood on the curved driveway of the country club, staring up at the grand entrance with its towering columns and warm golden light spilling from every window. Music drifted out each time the heavy doors opened, a mix of laughter and conversation that made my stomach clench with nerves.This was it. No turni