Ginevra I rub my palms on my black Etui dress again as I stand, waiting for the men to come in. While Ruggerio stands steadily behind me, my brother, standing to my left, is shifting from time to time. I would like to tell him to stop fidgeting around, but I’m afraid that I’ll end up throwing up at his feet because of how nervous I am. Thinking about how idiotic I had been to not have chickened out, I flinch internally. At this moment, I could be sipping wine on a terrace, watching the sunset with my best friend. Approaching footsteps cause my thoughts to interrupt abruptly, and I pass my palms once more on the fabric of my dress before straightening my spine. As the door opens, and the men step inside, I tap my fingers on the table. It might seem like a boss move but actually, it keeps me from falling over. I fight back my tears as my father has nothing more than a cold look for me. Nodding to myself, I watch the gentlemen taking their seats while we keep standing. My brother-i
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