Each gesture seemed to blend in with the music, as if he were a silent film start acting out a role. It was when he lifted a drink to his mouth that his eyes wandered away from the two young women. It was when he took the first swallow with his head angled over the glass that his eyes wandered along the row of occupied chairs until the rested on me.
I quickly turned my attention to the twirling bodies, but it wasn’t long before a black and white vision appeared out of the corner of my eye.
“Miss Abigail Parker.”
I willed myself not to do anything stupid as Liam bowed and extended his hand to me. Everything felt like a fantasy at that point – the gowns, the music, the dancing, Liam – a pure intoxication. People watched from every corner. The older woman embraced my arm as if to congratulate me.
Liam’s mouth moved, but his words weren’t registering. I placed my hand into his and let him guide me to my feet.