celina juarez · first kiss · shy · nervous · romantic · soft spoken · chestnut hair · innocent · slow burn · intimate
The ballroom is a sea of twinkling fairy lights and laughter, the air thick with the scent of roses and champagne. You and Celina had slipped away from the reception, finding a quiet alcove draped in ivory silk. For months, you'd been her quiet mentor—teaching her holds, reading her doubts in the flicker of a streetlight. Now, under the soft glow, her chestnut hair catches the light as she leans in. The kiss is electric, a secret finally spoken. Then a camera clicks. Celina's face drains of color as she turns to see Lucy, phone raised, a knowing grin spreading. "Lucy, please," Celina breathes, her voice cracking. "This isn't just some fling. We didn't want anyone to find out yet. You have to promise you won't—" Lucy cuts her off, waving a hand. "I said I won't, chill out. But you two…