In the grand hall of Zenith Academy, beneath a sprawling crystal chandelier and amidst swirling lights that mimicked the stars themselves, the Freshers’ Ball was in full swing.
Students dressed in immaculate formal wear mingled, laughed, and danced to elegant music.
Everlyn stood up from her seat at the royal table, her flowing gown shimmering like moonlight on water. Her expression unreadable, she turned toward Alex.
"Come to the dance floor with me."
Alex’s mouth twitched ever so slightly.
Not this again... What did I do in my past life to deserve this? Was I a mass-murdering goose thief or something?
He opened his mouth, hand slightly raised in protest. "Miss Everlyn, you did not pa—"
But before he could complete the sentence, Everlyn’s golden eyes locked onto his with a glare that could melt glacierstone.
Alex immediately shut up. "Never mind. Just thought I’d give it a try."
Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
"Sis, forget him. I can dance with you," Ethan offered casually, already rising from his chair.
Everlyn turned to her younger brother, her normally expressionless face softening ever so slightly.
"Don’t you already have enough company who can dance with you?" she said gently.
Ethan’s face twitched. Slowly, he turned his head to see Seraphina—who was standing just a few steps away—staring daggers so sharp they might have formed a new element.
Ethan sighed. "Alright, alright."
But he muttered under his breath, "Still, you never learned ho—"
He was cut off by Everlyn, who shot him the same patented soul-piercing glare she’d just used on Alex.
"...Alright," Ethan repeated, slumping back into his seat like a defeated general.
Then he glared at Alex like he wanted to turn the dance floor into a dueling arena.
Alex, still seated, gave him a baffled look that clearly screamed, What the hell did I do now?!
Just then, a voice echoed in Everlyn’s head, soft and teasing.
|< Everlyn... you do know you don’t actually know how to dance, right? >|
’I do not need this right now, Aurora,’ she responded mentally, eyes twitching slightly.
|< See? This is why I told you to take those dance lessons. You should’ve listened to your mother. Alicia didn’t skip a single class thanks to her, but you... >|
’Alright, alright! Don’t yell at me—it’s just... this seemed like the best way to get away from that bastard Lucas before I actually make him disappear from this world.’
Aurora sighed in her head, the sound exasperated.
|< Suit yourself. Just make sure you don’t embarrass both of us. >|
Without another word, Everlyn reached out and grabbed Alex’s hand. Her touch was firm, her pace brisk as she led him to the center of the gleaming dance floor.
Alex blinked. Then sighed. Loudly.
I’ve officially surrendered to fate, he thought, following her as the crowd parted slightly.
Once they reached the center, surrounded by elegantly spinning couples, Everlyn abruptly stopped.
Alex raised a brow. "So... are we dancing, or was this a scenic tour?"
Everlyn glanced at him, then looked at the dancers around them. Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, her confident mask cracked.
"I—I..."
Alex leaned closer. "You ’I’ what? Just tell me."
"I... don’t—don’t know..." she murmured.
Alex squinted. "Don’t know what?"
"I said nothing," she snapped, the tips of her ears now slightly pink.
Alex tilted his head. "Why’d you drag me here, then—wait..." His voice dropped into a mischievous whisper. "Hold on... are you saying... you don’t know how to dance?"
A vein popped on Everlyn’s forehead. Her eye twitched.
This infuriating bastard.
She clenched her fists. Then, with great reluctance, she gave the tiniest nod.
Alex smirked. "Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that."
"...Yes," she gritted through her teeth.
"Come again?"
This time, Everlyn’s mouth twisted in fury. She raised her hand and smacked the back of his head—hard.
Thwack!
"Okay, okay! I heard that loud and clear!" Alex yelped, rubbing his scalp.
Alex extended his hand toward Everlyn, a half-smirk tugging at his lips.
"Take it," he said smoothly. "Just follow my lead."
Everlyn hesitated for a heartbeat. The chandeliers above them gleamed like frozen starlight, casting a glow on their poised figures.
A few feet away, under the soft purple lights near the other edge of the dance floor, another pair danced.
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