no dance: encounter with Lydia
“I shall wish you good luck, Aurelia’s heart is possibly the most desired,” Atlas lightly rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Hmm, perhaps to many, but not to me,” he murmured softly while tracing the rim of his now empty glass with his finger before locking eyes with her once more as she mentioned his fixation with her sister. “I must admit, I was taken by surprise when Lady Aurelia approached me first and invited me to dance.” Atlas was perplexed, unsure of how Lydia felt anymore. “What truly astonished me—” he mused, “was her mention of you, Lady Lydia, your keen interest for Lady Aurelia and I to become better acquainted and suggesting the possibility of a potential connection between us.” By the end of his words, Atlas could no longer conceal his disappointment. His tone had shifted from playful to stern.
“Tell me, Lady Lydia, was I mistaken to have believed in the possibility of us? All the moments we shared—is there someone else waiting for you tonight?” Atlas was well aware that he and Lydia had never defined their relationship, and he couldn’t help but blame himself for constantly trying to brush off the emotions Lydia stirred within him. Yet he never considered the idea of there being another person. Not when they spent the majority of their time together, freely pursuing their own desires without concern for societal expectations. However, could he have been mistaken all along?
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