The notes of "Listen to your heart by Roxette" played on the piano, performed by a middle-aged man in a snazzy tuxedo, snapped Franco out of his trance. Susan's eyes remained fixed on him, her face showing total astonishment.
"What's going on?" he asked, taking a sip of wine, though at that moment, he would have preferred something stronger.
"It seems like you've seen a ghost. It's clear that you love Sarah very much," she sighed with a certain melancholy that shook her heart. "It must be beautiful to be loved like that, but terrible to have someone else used to make them jealous."
Franco felt a slight shudder run through his veins, bewildered by her words, which felt like a rough caress running through his body. He looked at her with a furrowed brow, without a way to retort. He had had
