The D'Amatos

As we walked into the Enchanted Oasis Garden, my eyes met with breathtaking decor. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the area. Elegant tables were set up with pristine white tablecloths, and beautiful flower arrangements graced the center of each one. Guests milled about, dressed in attire that ranged from casual chic to low-key sophisticated elegance. I was not used to these types of gatherings, but the few I did go to were pale in comparison to what I was seeing now.

Louis guided me through the crowd, his presence immediately commanding attention. People surreptitiously turned their gazes on us, trying to hide their curiosity, but I could see the questions in their eyes. They all knew Louis; that was a given. But they were wondering who the nameless woman on his arm was. I kept my head high, projecting confidence despite the butterflies in my stomach. I had never been the type to relish attention. It was always a sign that something bad was