Stella Maris wore a dress of sewn-together swatches in purple silk and sequins that rippled as she moved gracefully across the stage. Her dark eyes connected with Halyna’s during a song, the warmth in them palpable. There was a quirk to her lush lips, and the eye contact was followed by an inviting tilt of her head and a hand on her hip; then Stella Maris turned her focus to another part of the room.
Halyna pressed her lips together as her chest tightened. She let the music wash over her, closing her eyes and letting the singing and the recorded trumpet surround her. Her restraint didn’t last long, and when she opened her eyes, she found Stella Maris looking at her again.