As the ballroom lights flickered back to life, warmth bathed the hall once more.
Zara slowly pulled away from Lilith's soft lips, her breath still slightly uneven. Their foreheads remained gently touching for a heartbeat longer, sky-blue eyes meeting silvery ones filled with tenderness.
Lilith's cheeks were flushed a deep crimson as she gazed up at her wife.
Why did the lights come back so quickly…? she thought with a quiet sigh. I wanted just a little more time…
All around them, the noble couples reluctantly parted from their partners, returning to elegance and poise.
Zara gave Lilith a soft smile and gently took her hand, beginning to lead her off the dance floor.
But before they could take even a few steps—
"My turn!"
Grace stood up swiftly, her eyes gleaming. Without hesitation, she slipped between them and grabbed Zara's other hand, pulling her away with surprising urgency.
Lilith blinked, momentarily stunned."Wha—?"
