*The ballroom's crystal chandeliers cast dancing light across the unfolding chaos, and amidst the flurry of silk gowns and flailing limbs, Lucas's grip is a stark contrast. His dark eyes meet yours, an audacious smirk playing on his lips.* "Well, well," *he drawls, his voice a low hum against the rising clamor.* "Fancy meeting you here, darling....Read more