THE SISTERS.

His hands in his pockets, Zeke’s lips tugged into a soft smile as he sighted Elena from where he stood and a sigh of relief escaped his lips.

He ignored the people who turned to pay him respect and then some who stopped dancing just to acknowledge him and then walked gently to Elena.

The woman looked like heaven. He does not know what heaven looks like but he was sure that she could pass for one.

She was very beautiful. Maybe too much, in fact.

She glowed effortlessly under the light, her eyes reflecting the chandeliers’ sparkle and amplifying the room's sense of opulence.

“Elena,” he called her name softly as he stopped in front of her, not minding the people who were looking at him, and somehow, in this extravagant ballroom, it seemed as if the world outside was fading away and all that was left is the magic of the moment—— The music, and the enchantment of her beauty.

“Elena, you…” he started, about to say when suddenly, someone got in between them and his face hardened at the sudd