Dance IIIII • With Nikhil
A considerable span of time had elapsed since the beginning of the grand ball, and Dorothea had expertly struck a balance between society’s ever-turning gears and her own yearning for a moment of respite. She gracefully navigated the intricate dance of mingling with the ton’s finest while also indulging in moments of respite on the balcony, allowing herself to savor the night’s enchantment in solitude.
As the orchestra began to tune up for another round of dancing, Dorothea reentered the grand ballroom, her presence as enchanting as ever. Her eyes, beneath the soft glow of the chandeliers, scanned the room. It was then that an unfamiliar figure caught her attention, a man adorned in an unmistakably foreign ensemble, a striking white robe suit that seemed to contrast the sea of traditional attire around the ton. His brown eyes met hers as he gracefully approached, a confident yet respectful aura enveloping him.
In an almost ceremonial gesture, he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her hand, his lips lingering for a moment. she couldn’t help but appreciate his gallantry. “I do not believe we have, Lord Nikhil," she heard herself say, a soft lilt coloring her words as she gracefully curtsied in response, her eyes meeting his with an air of curiosity.
"Lady Dorothea Addington” she introduced herself, ger voice carried a musical lilt as she spoke, “The pleasure is all mine.”
As they conversed amidst the elegance of the event, Dorothea’s curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in slightly, her graceful posture unbroken. “Tell me, Lord Nikhil,” she inquired with a delicate raise of her brow, “what brings you to our… eventful social scene?” She asked
@raviola Nikhil