Beneath borrowed silks and careful bows, she learns to quiet her voice,
while he lingers at the margins, noticing what etiquette cannot teach.
Between glances never held too long and words left unsaid,
a page turns gently - not to reveal who they are,
but to remind them they are seen.
And in the hush between footsteps and breath,
curiosity dares to bloom where rules stand guard.
He does not reach for her hand; she does not look back,
yet the space between them listens,
as if it knows this story has only begun.