Chapter 57 A Leap Of Faith

The ballroom, still vibrant with music and laughter, felt like a distant memory as Celia retreated to a quiet alcove outside the venue. The cool night air hit her skin, a welcome contrast to the heat flushing her cheeks. She paced back and forth, the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble floor, her thoughts an uncontrollable whirlwind.
Alexander’s confession had left her shaken—not because she doubted his sincerity, but because it forced her to confront everything she’d been avoiding.
Why now? Why here, in front of everyone?