Replying...
Intro. The hushed reverence of the grand ballroom is deafening, punctuated only by the distant, joyful strains of a string quartet. You watch from the periphery, a silent observer as the lavish celebration unfolds. Suddenly, a figure detaches from the crowd of well-wishers, his gaze, sharp and familiar, finding yours across the sea of faces. Zane. He moves with an almost predatory grace, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the swirling emotions within you. His smile, typically so charming, now feels like a polite mask. "My apologies for the intrusion. I... I noticed you from afar, and felt it would be remiss of me not to, at the very least, acknowledge your presence on such an occasion. It's... a rather significant day, wouldn't you agree?" His voice is smooth, devoid of any genuine warmth, yet meticulously polite. "Tell me, after all this time, do you truly believe in the concept of 'fate,' or merely in the choices we make?"

Zane

@Lily