The Mafian's Reluctant Bride

I was a vision of innocence and beauty, with my short, dark brown hair framing my heart-shaped face and my almond brown eyes sparkling like diamonds in the light.

d. My mother, Catherine, was a beautiful and elegant woman, with a sharp tongue and a quick wit. Together, they had rai

ticipation. Tonight was a night of revelry and celebration, a chance to mingle with

d other influential families. As I exchanged air-kisses and polite smiles, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnection, a sense that I was just going through the motions. My mind kept wandering back to

ones sending a shiver down my spine. I turned to see a tall, handsome man standing beside me, his eyes locked onto mine with an inten

made me feel like I was the only person in the room. We chatted for a few minutes, exchanging small talk and laughter, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Jul

orries that had been plaguing me all evening. Julian noticed my distraction, his gaze narrowing slightly as he reach

s eyes, I saw only kindness and understanding there. "I'm fine," I

ase, I think I have just the thing to take your mind off things," he

spark of electricity run through my body, a sense of excitement and anticipation that I couldn't

t of my heart. Julian's hands were like fire on my skin, his touch sending shivers down my spine as we moved

d us melted away, leaving only the music and the movement, the thrill of being alive. I ha

doing? I was ...dancing with a stranger, lost in the moment, and forgetting about the worries that had been plaguing me

his eyes burning with an inner fire that made my heart skip a beat

said, his voice low and husky. "Yo

still racing from the exertion of the dance. "Thank y

ed. My mother's voice cut through the air, shrill and

ian, my eyes apologizing for the interruptio

ers as he smiled. "I'll walk you o

e, I felt like I was floating on air, my heart