The strangers arrived at the dance like a ripple in still water—young, strikingly beautiful, and exuding a quiet wealth that set them apart from the crowd.
They blended in effortlessly, their practiced smiles and easy charm masking their differences. Only those with a heightened sense—keen eyes, sharp instincts, or an acute sense of smell—might have noticed something off. But most couldn't, and that was their advantage.
Kara, meanwhile, fidgeted nervously in her pink, fluffy dress, the soft fabric brushing against her legs. Her white high heels clicked softly on the floor as she paced, running her fingers through her hair one last time.
Tonight was her and Cole's first official date, and it also happened to be the dance. The significance of both events piled on her nerves like a heavy weight, yet excitement bubbled beneath her unease.
