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As the music began, her body responded, flowing in perfect harmony with the rhythm.

Each beat of the drum seemed to pulse through her.

The crowd sat spellbound as the melody built, slowly climbing toward its crescendo.

In an effortless motion, the woman leaped from the drum, her body arching through the air as bells on her wrists and ankles jingled in soft, reverent chimes.

She landed gracefully, her arms lifted skyward as if offering a silent prayer.

Every eye remained locked on her, the atmosphere thick with awe.

Even Lucinda, who often held herself with cool detachment, found her hands clapping instinctively, admiration flickering in her gaze.

From his vantage point, Eason watched the crowds reaction with satisfaction.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he raised his hand in a subtle signal. At once, a group of dancersidentically dressed-glided onto the stage, joining the woman in perfect synchronization.

When the final note rang out and the dance came to an end, the woman stood still, her chest rising and falling softly.

Slowly, she lifted her hands and removed the mask that had concealed her face.

Gasps whispered through the audience as Lucinda blinked in surprise.

It was Miley.

In her shimmering dance costume, Miley approached Lucinda, her smile wide and full of mischief.

Lucinda, she asked, almost teasingly, do you Like my dancing? Lucinda blurted out, Miley, that was beautiful! Youre such a gifted dancer.

Mileys laughter was light, almost melodic.

Oh, you havent seen half of my talents.

With a wink, Miley turned and sashayed back to join Eason, who was already celebrating the success of the performance with a drink in hand.

As the evening wore on and glasses clinked, Eason grew a little unsteady on his feet, a flush creeping across his face from the alcohol.

Miley, on the other hand, had grown restless, her eyes flitting toward the entrance every few moments, her fingers nervously twisting the edges of her costume.

Alyan promised hed come.

Where was he? Suddenly, the screech of brakes pierced the night air, shattering the buzz of conversation.

Mileys head snapped toward the entrance, her breath hitching in her throat.

The screech of brakes sliced through the night like a blade, jolting everyones attention toward the entrance.

Eason, jolted by the noise, staggered to his feet, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of irritation and confusion. Who dares interrupt my party? His voice, though slurred, carried an edge of authority.

Catherine, ever watchful, hurried to his side, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear.

His frown deepened.

What is he planning to do? There, framed in the doorway, stood Alyan.

He entered the hall confidently, one hand clutching a bouquet of soft pink roses, the other gripping a leather suitcase.

Mileys pulse quickened as she watched him approach, the sight of the roses only intensifying the nervous flutter in her chest.

Dulcie, sitting nearby, grinned knowingly.

She had seen this coming.noveldrama

Alyan had been asking about Miley for days, seeking advice.