Jasper, still transfixed by Abigail from across the room, finally began to make his way toward her, as if drawn by an invisible thread. He had always been wrapped up in the chaos of his new responsibilities as Duke, but tonight, the only thing that mattered was her. The way her presence seemed to calm the very air around her, the way she made him feel less like a Duke and more like a man who longed for something more—something real.

Abigail, aware of his approach, felt her pulse quicken. She had already caught his eye, and the warmth in his gaze was enough to make her heart flutter. She had always known Jasper as a friend, someone who had been there through the years with his quiet, reassuring presence. But tonight, as he crossed the room toward her, she saw him in a different light. There was a strength to him now—something that went beyond his title. And in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have him by her side, not as a friend, but as something more.

When Jasper reached her, he offered a slight bow, his eyes locking with hers in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Lady Abigail," he said softly, his voice low and commanding, yet gentle. "May I have the honor of this dance?"

Abigail's breath caught in her throat. She could only nod, her heart racing. Her smile was shy but genuine as she placed her hand in his, and together, they stepped into the center of the ballroom. The music swirled around them, and for a brief, perfect moment, the world seemed to fade away. There were no titles, no expectations—just the two of them.