Chapter 20

ELEANOR

The night had been going smoothly, and to my surprise, I was actually starting to feel a little comfortable. The room was luxurious in a way that made you forget where you came from—the cool air, the fine tablecloths, the vibrant colors, and the guests who looked like they had never worked a day in their lives. It was overwhelming at first, but after sitting for a while, I let myself relax just a little.

I shouldn’t have.

Just when I thought I could breathe, the organizers announced a dance—a waltz, of all things. Tension gripped me instantly, I didn’t know how to waltz. Hell, I barely knew how to dance in general.

My heart skipped a beat, and I silently prayed they wouldn’t ask us to join.

But then, as if she had been waiting for the right moment, Don Fabio’s wife leaned over and smiled—the kind that said she was about to enjoy watching me squirm.

“You two should dance,” she said, her voice sweet but full of intent. “You’d look lovely out there.”

I forced a polite smile, sha