Novel & Cerita Ao No Waltz

Daisy said. "Anyways since we are now together, I and Lora plan to do a show together. She sings and I dance my ballet, It will be fun and will be a big show." Nora said, lifting up one of her legs and started dancing around her room. Daisy flew away from her shoulder and started dancing ballet in the mid-air together with Nora. Nora stopped dancing after a while and smiled at her little fairy who was still dancing nonstop. She took that opportunity to excuse herself and went straight to her bathroom and took her bath.

Valentina whispers in the other ear. “Girls!” I yell. “Shut the fuck up!” They start to chuckle as we continue walking through the crowd. We make our way to the center of the ballroom, surrounded by light, music, and too many eyes. A slow, haunting waltz begins, and before I can say a word, Nico turns to me and extends his hand. “Dance with me.” It’s not a request. The moment my fingers slip into his, the world fades. His hand rests firmly on my waist, guiding me through the rhythm. Each step is slow, deliberate…our bodies moving in perfect sync. The room could collapse around us, and I wouldn’t notice.

My words hit Carlo so hard that he staggered backward, unable to mutter another word. That was right. What had he ever done? Scenes from the past played repeatedly in his mind. I didn't give him another look. Instead, I turned to face the guests. "If I may, I would like to take this opportunity to make an announcement tonight. From this moment on, I, Rosa Shaw, officially accept the Perez Family's invitation. I'll be serving as Luca's personal Consigliere. My past may be tied to the Gutierrez Family, but my future belongs to myself and the Perez Family."

Urrgh, even after being hugged by Delldora many times, Hana still couldn't act normally. Waltz music began to play, echoing through the hall which was starting to fill with people dancing. As carefully as possible, Hana tried to watch her steps so as not to be careless and step on Delldora's feet. Hana could picture Delldora's angry pose in her head if she made a mistake. "What were you two talking about?" Delldora asked suddenly, making Hana who was watching her steps confused "Huh? What do you mean?" "What were you two talking about?"

The waltz music started and we began to sway to its rhythm. “Yes, too extravagant for your taste?” she looked up at me in wonder. I shook my head. “No, it doesn’t. Nothing is too extravagant when it comes to you, Serena, and also,” Dipping half of her body towards the floor in time with the music, I then muttered against her neck, “I like the idea of anonymity.” She took a cleansing breath, by which time I also pulled her back up. “That’s good to hear,” she said, smiling again.

Until she has become used to it. Dawn made sure that the windows were closed and that nobody would be able to see her silhouette as she changed into another dress. The second dress was the one for waltz, a cobalt ballroom gown.The shoulder baring design and form fitting, crystallized bodice look truly feminine. It had a heart neck, V cut back and long sleeves. Crystals on the long sleeves and plunging back elevated the look while the paneled skirt was trimmed with feathers. Arm floats were also added as it will move with the routine.

Their party. On the dance floor, under the soft glow of a thousand tiny lights strung from the ancient beams, they moved. Anton, who had taken waltz lessons for this moment with the same focus he applied to mergers, found he didn’t need the steps. Sabatine, who had threatened to lead, simply let him guide her, her body a fluid, trusting weight against his. The string quartet had swapped Elgar for Gershwin, and the music was all swing and smile. “You’re actually a decent dancer,” she murmured into his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

“I was born with two left feet.” “I can tell.” She almost smiled, but the rhythm forced her focus back. His hand pressed gently against her back, putting just enough amount of pressure to make her move with him. Ruth clapped once.“Better! Now you feel it, oui? A waltz lives only when two hearts pretend they have known each other forever.” Lena’s breath caught at the phrasing while her eyes met with Damon’s “I’m not pretending that well,” she murmured. His lips curved faintly. “There’s an improvement.”

Anya felt excitement bubble in her chest, tempting her to join the revelry like one of the twelve dancing princesses betrothed to a demon below the palace gardens. Like a child drawn to the Pied Piper, she followed the music's orders, joining the dance. Anya kicked the air and took dainty steps, the skirt of her poppy red dress belling out. A vodyanoi handed her off to a leshy lord, who twirled her round and round as the polonaise shifted into a waltz. Someone beside Anya cleared their throat. She looked to see Morozko waiting, a grin on his face. The leshy handed Anya off to Morozko who held her close in frame, gently guiding her in a box step and out into a princess turn.