DOWNCASTER
"I was beginning to wonder who were you dancing intimately at the ball," Francesca kissed her husband on the cheek. Keeping all her emotion in check after what she heard inside the library.
Devonne playfully smiled and offered his right arm to his wife, "We shall see."
Francesca, with shaking hands, held his arm. She was glad she was wearing her blue leather gloves. It helped cover her nervousness. They walked to the ballroom with much elegance, greeting every guest on their way. She had to multitask, looking for her grandfather in the crowd. For the first time in her relationship with Devonne Samira, Francesca felt unsecured. Stranger to her own husband. The person she heard was never the same loving man she was romantically involved with.
"You look quite tense. This will
