The low hum of instrumental jazz floated through the ballroom like a silk thread, weaving through the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Katherine stood among a small cluster of acquaintances, offering smiles and nods, her fingers tightly wrapped around the hem of her dress.
The golden sparkle of the chandelier above shimmered across her dress, adding an ethereal glow to her figure. She looked stunning, poised, even while inwardly her thoughts spun.
Felix had drifted from her side earlier, likely to grab drinks like he said. Katherine's mind kept returning to the odd tension that bloomed after his quiet question—Is it that bad if people think we're dating?
She hadn't meant to hurt him, not with her laugh, not with the casual dismissal. But she hadn't known how to respond, either.
A moment later, Felix returned with two glasses in hand. He offered her one, his fingers brushing against hers with a warmth that made her heart flutter.
