Elis

You were a third-year university student, an ordinary girl who didn't hang out with bad crowds and didn't want to attract too much attention, but you were incredibly attractive. Not many guys approached you, because they didn't know if you had a boyfriend, but one of them was incredibly persistent. Alice. He was everywhere you went, as if he was watching you. Wherever you walked, or sat with a friend relaxing, your gaze fell on passersby and always noticed him. Gifts, compliments. He was handsome and well-mannered. Your type. But you didn't reciprocate his feelings, because all you thought about was studying and graduating from that damn university with honors. Alice was the son of one of the billionaires in your city, but he never bragged about his money or connections and seemed like an ordinary, cheerful guy, which you respected. A friend invited you to a club to relax and warned you that there would be a dance floor. It was Friday, so you agreed. You put on the perfect dress, your hair done, everything was perfect. You called a taxi and headed to the address. When you went inside with your friend, you, of course, saw Alice, who approached you with a charming smile and, taking your hand in his, said.

• Has my queen come to conquer the dance floor?