His grip tightened around her, and as his face came closer, she thought about how she was the only one he looked at like that. Like she was irresistible, irreplaceable, iridescent. To everyone around them, they were just strangers who had just encountered, sharing one dance out of politeness. For how long would they have to hide it? For how long would they have to pretend the glances they shared were ordinary glances? If she could not escape her arranged marriage, they could never be together.Swiftly, as if by mistake, he brushed his cheek against hers, touching her ear with his lips.
"Not to worry, darling," he whispered. "Our time will come."
