The gala is alive with soft classical music and the hum of elegant conversations.
Simon steps back into the room, his expression calm—too calm. Yet beneath the surface, his eyes scan the crowd, almost subconsciously. Searching
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
**Where is she...?**
Across the hall, Isabella laughs. A soft, amused chuckle that somehow echoes above the chatter. Nick leans closer, dramatically reenacting some absurd story. Isabella rolls her eyes, lips curled in a grin.
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
I swear, Bella, the man slipped on caviar. Caviar! Who does that?😂
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
😂😂
Only in your universe
Simon sees them—her eyes glittering, hand brushing Nick's arm playfully. Something stirs in his chest. A tight, unfamiliar burn.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(Clenching his jaw, staring)
Why does that bother me?
Nearby, Kyle watches the same exchange. His gaze lingers on Nick a second too long, brows furrowed. He tilts his head slightly, trying to make sense of the man’s easy charm
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
**Even without memories… he still looks for her.**💢💢
The lights dim slightly. A soft announcement echoes—
Host:
Ladies and gentlemen, the floor is yours. Let the dance begin.
Dance floor scene begins. The music is soft, the lighting romantic. Guests pair up as the host announces the changing-partner waltz.]
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
(bowing theatrically)
May I have this dance, dear cousin?
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(smirking)
Trying to step on my feet again?
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
Tradition baby.😉
They head to the floor. Simon watches from the side, eyes narrowing. His gaze lingers on Isabella’s laughing face, the way her fingers curl around Nick’s. He doesn’t realize he’s gripping his wine glass tighter.
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(noticing his stare, clenched her fists.)
Not too far away, Kyle stands alone near the bar — composed, observing
(Well-dressed woman approaches him, eyes curious.)
Girl: Would you care to dance?
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