The Geometry of a Glance

The air in the hall is heavy with perfume and expectations. I feel like a porcelain doll placed on a pedestal, my lace dress tracing lines of light against my skin.
Then there is you. You are not looking at the crowd; your eyes find mine across the distance. It is a quiet collision—a heartbeat skipping over stone.
The noise fades into a hum. In this vast space filled with gold and red, only our shared breath remains real. I want to step off this stage of perfection and simply be held by you in the cool night air outside.
I smile because my secret is safe: for one second, we both forgot where we were.

Editor: Pure Linen