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imagine pressed against my own and a square jaw I wanted to take into my hands and hold.
    Instant attraction caught me off guard. I could see his lips speaking, but I didn't hear a sound. I just noticed the way his lips moved and his eyes darted about the room, as if he were uncomfortable like me. He had a dark mask, like all the men. It contrasted nicely with his blue eyes and dark hair. His olive skin and wide shoulders were my favorite feature. He seemed dark compared to me, my skin and dress being so pale . I often wished for the healthy glow the farmers got. It didn't matter how many hours I spent outside, the sun never kissed my skin.
    He had a broad chest and a strong look about him, but I imagined he hadn’t worked a day in his life. He stopped speaking. “You aren’t listening to me at all, are you?”
    I swallowed hard, “I’m sorry. It’s my first ball. I’m overwhelmed.” I instantly regretted everything that fell from my lips. “I’m not used to being around such large crowds. I prefer my own hearth and a good book.”
    He smiled wider. “A homebody? I didn't expect that when I watched you on the stairs. You look so fashionable. Compared to the other dresses in the room, yours is unequaled. I knew the moment I saw you on those stairs, there was something very special about you.”
    I blushed and looked down, shaking my head. “Oh, I don't think so. Maybe the dress is.”
    His hand encompassed mine, taking the drink I had yet to sip from and pulling me onto the dance floor . “I wish for you to dance. As it is your very first ball, I should like to be your very first dance.”
    I couldn't argue , I didn't have the chance. I was swept into his arms and dancing before I knew it. My mother and father had taught me when I was a small girl, but I barely recalled the steps.
    His hand slid to the bottom of my back, almost to the precipice of my backside. Almost too low. He pressed me into him with force, but his hand that cupped mine was gentle, as if I danced with two different people.
    My chest squished against his, making me instantly uncomfortable, and yet . . . I imagined I would give him anything he asked for. He smiled at me and I sighed, again caught by the perfection of his face.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Ella.”
    “Aren’t you going to ask me mine ?”
    I smiled. “What’s your name?”
    “You don’t know who I am?”
    Oh dear God, we did know one another and I had forgotten him. I blushed. “I am sorry, my lord. I rarely meet with people.”
    “You have very unique shoes, I couldn’t help but notice them on the stairs. Are they glass?”
    “I think crystal.”
    “Where does one find a crystal shoe? Don’t tell me, elves make them.”
    I laughed but elves made more sense than where I had actually gotten them.
    A man with dark-blond hair tried to cut into our embrace. “Excuse me, may I cut in?” The man I was dancing with shook his head. “No.” He turned to spin me but the other man would not relent. “Don’t be a pain in the arse, cousin.”
    The man with the dark hair sighed, almost growling. He stepped aside, giving me one last look before the man with the dark-blond hair swept me off. I looked for the dark-haired man, but I couldn't see him. I glanced up at the new man I was dancing with. “That was a bit rude.”
    He smiled. “I know. He deserves it.” He was handsome in a way I couldn’t believe. He swept me up, holding me tighter in his arms and we were off, dancing about the room.
    After a few minutes I noticed the man with the dark-blue eyes staring at me. He was brooding in a corner, sipping a drink. He looked annoyed from behind his mask, nodding his head at me and then walking away.
    I almost felt sad seeing him go. His dark-blue eyes and his wicked smile had made me happy somehow.
    I looked back at the man dancing with me. He had a handsome face and dark-blond hair, and somehow he looked similar to the other man with the dark hair who I had just been dancing