Charlotte’s POV
The doors swung shut behind me with a crash.
Every head in the room had turned to look at me. The musicians, to their credit, kept playing, but the conversation dropped away fast, rippling outward from the entrance until the whole hall was mostly quiet and staring at me.
Kieran was at the center of the floor, standing beneath a spotlight that illuminated the silver threads in his hair and the white fabric of his suit. He’d been waiting there, I gathered, for far longer than he’d wanted to, judging from the look on his face.
His eyes went to the dress immediately, then widened slightly. I couldn’t tell how he felt about it, but now wasn’t the time. We had a dance to perform.
I lifted my chin and walked toward him. My heels echoed on the floor with slow, d
