Dance 1: with Cassian Ellis
Phoebe’s heart was no longer racing from the overwhelming experience, it was slowing down as she pressed her back against the crevice. Desperately trying to regain her composure, a voice broke through the chaos of her thoughts, addressing her. At least she assumed it was who the voice addressed, with it being indirect in name. Not many knew who she was, she was aware of that, and made mental note, for chance it happened in future encounters.
Although the voice had been rather startling, Phoebe had managed to hold onto the composure she had accumulated in the past few minutes and not show any fright by his sudden appearance. Looking up at a gentleman standing before her, a glass of wine in hand, Phoebe noticed his presence had an air of nonchalance, contrasting the frantic energy clouding her head. His casual bow and captivating gaze instantly intrigued her, and she returned it with a small curtsey.
“Good sir,” Phoebe replied, finding her confidence once more, her voice a delicate mix of surprise and curiosity. “I wasn’t aware someone had claimed a corner, I merely sought refuge in it to gather my thoughts. It seems next time you should pen your name to the corner for all to see.”
She couldn’t help but notice the light smile that played on his lips. Perhaps there is a glimmer of hope, Phoebe thought. An unexpected encounter from this kind gentleman could offer me respite from the overwhelming event. When it happened and he asked her to dance, her eyes glinted with a newfound spark; hope, hope for something her mind can lock on to.
“Dance, you say?” Phoebe’s voice bubbled with buoyancy at the offer. “I would be honoured, sir. To share a dance with you would be a welcome escape from the whirlwind of this evening.”
Phoebe started to extend her hand toward him, lifting it up slightly away from her side, only to drop it again after her panicky brain disciplined her.
@CerealKiller - Cassian