Chapter 62:

Devon could see clearly the woman that walked over to him, her gown was hanging on her body ever so perfectly, and her hair was toppled with pins, held perfectly like an England queen.

He wants to go over to her and wrap his hands around her, whisper sweet nothing into her ear, and just hold her.

"Um.. Hi." She was in front of him, her voice nearly squeaking, it's a masquerade party, so she's wearing her mask. Still, he could see those silver eyes twinkling under the dim light.

"Arya." He breathed, she made him this. And he freaking loved that, "Shall we dance?"

"I don't dance well." She whispered under the light, she could feel everyone's gaze following her. They would probably be thinking.

'Oh. Who's the mysterious lady beside Devon Brookes?'

'Is that the girl he kissed the other day at the restaurant?'

'Oh my. I can't believe this.'

Devon pulled her closer, she could smell the sweet scent of his aftershave, something about his presence was tempting, muscular and his cologne. It tra