Danica
Watching Ignazio walk away, I felt a pang of nervousness.
I was alone now, surrounded by strangers who seemed to exude an air of confidence and sophistication.
I glanced around the table, trying to take in everything at once. Francesca, the woman who had been chatting with me earlier, smiled politely and asked me another question about my interests.
I forced myself to focus on the conversation, trying not to let my nervousness show. But inside, I was freaking out. Who were these people? Why did they seem so... refined?
I observed Francesca more closely, taking in her impeccable makeup, her designer gown, and her perfectly coiffed hair. She was the epitome of elegance, and I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
But I refused to let my nerves get the better of me. I too
