Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 567:

The sofa had been pushed aside, clearing a wide space in the middle. The floor shone, spotless and bright under the glow.

Golden strands hung from the ceiling, dotted with tiny stars, like a galaxy floating just above her head.

Maia’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could even grasp what was going on, a figure stepped out from the far side of the room.

It was Chris.

He wore a sharp white suit, tailored just right to fit his broad shoulders and lean build.

His usual casual, easygoing vibe was nowhere to be seen. Tonight, he carried himself with a quiet grace, like a gentleman from a timeless portrait.

Chris gave a slight bow, his eyes warm and shining like a sky full of stars. His voice was deep and captivating when he said, “Happy birthday, my love.”

Every move was smooth, his words polished, like he’d practiced this moment over and over.

there, stunned. She had told herself that Chris didn’t care about her birthday. She never dreamed that he’d pull off something

swept aside by a flood of feelings that she couldn’t

her thoughts, Chris was

and his eyes held the gentle warmth of spring’s

his hand, palm open, and with a slight tilt of his head, asked, “May I have the honor of a

by the surprise. But moved by the effort he’d made, she slipped

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and steady, giving off a quiet strength that settled her

— a tune she

soft, flowing river. Chris moved with flawless grace. His timing was steady, every step clear and exact, without

guiding her through spins, forward steps, and steps backward. His hand on her waist was firm

to dance without tripping, even

gentle, carrying hints of mint and

every spin, every quick look made