My head turns from Teddy to Dona – er – Ettore and back to Teddy. The way Teddy is watching me, the look on my face must be quite unpleasant. I look down, take a deep breath, try to compose myself and calm the tumultuous emotions in my head. I can't screw up this donation, regardless of my feelings - there's too much at stake to screw up.
— Um, I apologize. — I say softly. — I just thought your name was Del Vecchio. — I walk further into the room, gaining confidence, telling myself I can do this. — I misinterpreted when we met the other night... — the quick flash of Ettore's smile at the mention of the other night stops me and transports me to the here and now.
You can do this , I repeat to myself like a mantra. I refuse to let him know that he can affect me that easily.
I keep my head
