Third person pov
When she turned, the movement sent a ripple through her gown, the fabric catching the light like water under the moon. The music continued, it ws slow, pulsing rhythm that seemed to sync with the sound of her steps. And then something subtle yet Incredible happened.
A stray breeze, small, almost invisible, brushed across the stage. The scarf lifted. Just for a second. Enough for the light to catch the faint flush of her lips. Rowan caught it. His eyes followed every movement of hers.
That fleeting glimpse — no more than a second — undid him completely. It was as though the entire hall disappeared, and there was only her. The way she breathed. The warmth that clung to her mouth. The echo of the past whispering between them. She lowered her gaze quickly, the scarf
