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2The grand ballroom shimmered under the golden chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. But despite the opulence, all eyes were drawn to one woman—the woman who made the world stop.
Rose.
She stepped onto the marble floor, her tight, flowing dress hugging her perfect hourglass figure, every movement effortless, every gaze fixated on her. Her long, black curls cascaded down her back like waves of silk, framing a face that could make angels weep. Her blue eyes held the depth of oceans, mysterious and hypnotizing, as if she could see into the souls of those who dared to look at her too long.
Whispers spread like wildfire. Who is she? A goddess? A dream?
Men stumbled over their words, their confidence shattered in the presence of such beauty. Women envied and admired her in equal measure, knowing they could never match her effortless grace.
Then, as she walked, a man—tall, powerful, dangerously handsome—approached her. His eyes locked onto hers, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he murmured, his voice laced with curiosity and something else—something dark and thrilling.
Rose tilted her head slightly, her perfect lips curling into a smile that could bring kings to their knees. “Then I suppose tonight is your lucky night.”
The music swelled, and the two of them moved onto the dance floor, the entire room fading into insignificance. Because in that moment, Rose wasn’t just the most beautiful woman in the ballroom.
She was the ruler of it.
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