"Do you still have a spot on your dance card for me?" His expression showed that he was sure she would immediately strike out any other name on the card for him, but as her fingers pulled the heavy parchment card from her dress, she shook her head with an apologetic, almost malicious grin. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. von Strahd. But it is already full."
She thought she saw a brief flicker of indignation on his face, but he quickly regained his composure, and his mouth twisted into a malicious grin. "Oh, really? Let me see."
Before she could protest, he had snatched the card from her hand, opened it briefly, and laughed quietly as he inspected the names. The poor fellows. They would have to wait for the next soirée to dance with her. With an arrogant smirk, his fingers leisurely tore the card in two and flicked the remnants into the cool water of the fountain.
(Vladi and Mina are my OCs from my novel „A story of blighted souls“)