Chapter 107: You are breathtaking...
The event soon progressed at a swift pace, and before they even realized it, Angel found herself standing in front of Tryson.
Their hands intertwined, fingers delicately laced together as they moved in perfect harmony with the enchanting melody that filled the grand ballroom.
Each step was slow and deliberate, their bodies instinctively attuned to the rhythm, as if the music itself guided them.
Their gazes locked, and in that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them lost in the soulful embrace of the dance.
The air between them was thick with unspoken words, yet neither needed to speak—every movement, every breath, every lingering touch spoke volumes as they surrendered to the magic of the night.
With a graceful spin, Tryson skillfully twirled Angel, her dress fanning out like a blooming rose before she landed smoothly against his chest, her back pressed firmly to him.
He lowered his head toward her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her perfume—a blend of jasmine and something uniquely her-lily.
A mischievous smile played on his lips before he let them brush against her skin, trailing feather-light kisses along the delicate curve of her neck.
Angel let out a soft chuckle, her body shivering slightly under his teasing touch, the warmth of his breath sending a delightful shiver down her spine.
"You are breathtaking," Tryson whispered against her ear, his voice rich with admiration.
And before she could even respond, he pressed a tender kiss against the shell of her ear, making Angel giggle once more, though she couldn’t deny the way her heart fluttered at his words and touch.