Anastasia's pov

　　Rowan's firm hands are wrapped around my waist, while mine rest crossed on his neck, creating an invisible bond that connects us amidst the crowd.

　　Around us, other nobles also dance, forming a circle of witnesses who watch us with a mixture of disapproval and envy. Some gazes are sharp as blades, full of judgment, while others are merely curious, trying to understand the scene unfolding before them. Nevertheless, I do not allow it to affect me ...