The lights flickered.
Elisa gently tilted her glass of wine, it's deep hue swirling within, as she leaned against the elegant railing of the second floor.
Below, the lavish banquet unfolded, under the shimmering chandeliers, the latest socialites exchanged pleasantries, their laughter mingling with the distant sound of a string quartet.
Her gaze roamed across the crowd until it landed on Miguel who was walking over not far away, He was a striking figure, his posture dignified and sharp, that can easily capture ones attention.
As if sensing her stare, Miguel looked up. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Elisa felt the weight of the room shift around them.
She quickly averted her gaze, her heart fluttering with an emotion she couldn't quite name, but she gnored the discomfort of her heart.
No one cared which one of them made the wrong move at the end of the dance.
Unsteady they were waiting for the good show to happen between the two ex– couples.
