Last night was a whirlwind of Easter celebrations, swirling skirts, and rhythmic beats in a cozy restaurant that felt just like stepping into a dream. As the music took hold and I danced like nobody was watching, I stumbled upon a charming encounter that felt straight out of a fairy tale.

Enter stage right: a dashing 25-year-old ski instructor with a smile that could melt the snow off the highest peaks. With every twirl and step, our conversation flowed as effortlessly as a perfect ski run. His stories of slopes and skies had me falling—though, thankfully, not literally this time.

I left the dance floor with my heart beating a rhythm I hadn’t known before, thinking… could this be what they call a crush? Maybe it was the Easter magic in the air or the way the stars aligned just right, but I felt a little spark ignite.