Her heels barely touched as he held her close. She could feel something wasn’t right, but a quick glance around the room showed nothing odd. Yet, there it was. That sensation that made her heart tighten and ache from fear.

“How are you feeling my love?” Stephen pulled Elizabeth closer to his chest as they danced, seeming to sense her distress. “What do you think of my ballroom?”

The walls were made up of alternating views of mirrors, Victorian artwork, and thick wooden panels. The room was gorgeously lit by chandelier candles. All the couples made up a romantic swoosh of fabric twirling around the room. The concrete floor was made to look like sparkling tiles with an intricate rose pattern.  Continue reading →