𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a Filipino term that means destiny and fate.
A famous ballet dancer, the Prima Ballerina, the graceful dancer, a half-asian dancer, who's adored by many.
Y/n Magindara has dedicated her life to dancing in ballet theaters ever since...
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Y/n sat down alone at the table, not watching the people dance in the centre of the ballroom in front of her as the men or even women twirled their partners whilst enjoying the orchestra's waltz song. Laughs crowded her ears, the clinking of glasses of wine are heard, and the clicking of heels joined the rhythm of the waltz.
She has been thinking a lot about it -- about what her Tita and her Pinsan said to her yesterday. What if she was truly in love with him? But is this what falling in love feels like? It hurts like hell and damn she hated it.
Draco, on the other hand, was talking to three of the guests (also friends of Marc's) and he noticed her sitting alone in the ballroom. She looks like she needed company. Well, she used to have one earlier but Fatima must've been somewhere with her date. Yes, she started dating again a week ago and has found someone perfect. Y/n hoped it is a love match, not another unrequited love.
He excused himself from the men and made his way to her, taking two glasses of champagne from the waiter who happens to have passed by. He knew exactly that champagne is Y/n's favourite drink other than red or rosé wine.
"Hey," He said, placing her drink on the table, as he sat down next to her. "You seem rather a bit grey."
"Oh...I'm not truly." She cleared her throat. "I was just thinking of— I mean...my thoughts were just really weird today." She said.
"What were you thinking of?"
"Personal Matters." Of course, she should not tell him. She didn't want Draco to know that she was thinking of him because of the fact that she didn't want to get hurt.
Oh, how Draco wanted to read her mind but he could not because he hadn't learned how to use Legilimency.
She gazed back at the people dancing in front of them, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as a small smile appeared on her lips. Draco admits that his eyes got locked on her lips. For him, it was tempting, those soft lips of hers. He wondered how it would feel when she brushed her lips against his. Perhaps it would give him butterflies in his stomach or perhaps maybe if he kissed her, he wouldn't want it to end.
"Have you already danced?" She asked, her eyes still locked on the dancing people.
"No," Draco flickered his eyes, immediately gazing away from her lips.
"Oh, you haven't asked anyone? I thought you already have." She looked at him. Her chin still rested on her palm.
