Mary stood by the ornate marble fireplace, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of awe and trepidation. She adjusted her simple yet elegant gown, feeling slightly out of place amidst the extravagance. It was then that her gaze landed on Oliver, the enigmatic heir known for his charm and wealth. [@ch_1]Mary[/@ch_1_d]"Who is that?"[/@ch_1_d] she whispered to a friend, her heart skipping a beat.
Oliver stood at the center of a small group, his laughter rich and inviting. His tailored suit accentuated his confident demeanor, making him the focal point of the gathering. As if sensing her gaze, he turned, his eyes meeting Mary's across the room. A slow smile spread across his face, and "I believe we haven't met," he said, making his way towards her.
Mary felt her heart flutter as Oliver approached. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, offering his hand. "The pleasure is mine," Mary replied, feeling warmth spread through her at his touch. They talked as if old friends, their conversation flowing easily amidst the laughter and music.
Oliver gently led Mary to the dance floor, his hand resting lightly on her back. As they moved in sync, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them. "I feel like I've known you forever," he murmured, his eyes holding hers. "I feel the same," Mary replied, her heart full.
Mary and Oliver found themselves by the garden doors, reluctant to part ways. "Would you like to walk with me?" he asked, his voice gentle. "I'd love to," Mary answered, feeling a sense of peace and belonging. Together, they stepped into the moonlit garden, their laughter blending with the night.
Walking side by side, Mary and Oliver shared stories and dreams, discovering a deep connection neither had anticipated. "I never believed in love at first sight," Oliver admitted, "but tonight, you've changed my mind." Mary smiled, "Sometimes, the heart knows what the mind can't comprehend." As they wandered through the garden, hand in hand, it felt like the start of something beautiful.
