Chapter 130. Fireflies and Butterflies

We got to the ball. It was strictly by invitation. Only the prominent men and women in Scotland could grace this occasion.

Ava's arm was tucked away in mine and I held her like a priceless possession.

Greetings were said here and there and it seemed like the people in the hall was all way familiar with her. Did she attend balls often? I wondered.

All through the night, my hands entwined with hers as we dance, I couldn't get her out of my mind. Images kept flooding and it made me wonder why?

Her smile was so genuine as she laughed and swayed with me. Then the music was switched to a slow one and El Prado began to play. 

I held her close to my chest as she placed her hand on my back.

"This seems all so familiar to me," I said to her in honesty.

She raised a brow. "Really? How so?" She as