"You look very beautiful, little lady," Caius said as his eyes scanned her. "Dance with me."
Rose stared at him with huge eyes as his hand still rested under her chin. The gold band on his forehead reminded her he was indeed the crown prince, the heir to the throne, and she couldn't deny that it suited him.
His brown eyes shone as he stared down at her, his lips were slightly tilted upward like the start of a smile. The scar on his left chin added to his allure, and Rose realized she couldn't imagine him without it.
"If you do, I'll let you leave the party early. What do you say?" He added when she didn't reply.
Rose blinked as she realized she had been caught up admiring his handsome face and had forgotten what he said. She immediately started to shake her head and pull her hand from his grasp, but she couldn't step back—Welma was still behind her.
