Chapter 145: Prom Night (2)

Serena's POV

The music shifted into a slow jazz waltz.

Tristan approached, extending his hand with practiced elegance.

"May I?"

I placed my hand in his.

His hand was warm, settling at my waist as we began to turn.

"You're the center of the room tonight," he murmured near my ear.

"I know."

"A...

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