ELEANOR
The night had been going smoothly, and to my surprise, I was actually starting to feel a little comfortable. The room was luxurious in a way that made you forget where you came from—the cool air, the fine tablecloths, the vibrant colors, and the guests who looked like they had never worked a day in their lives. It was overwhelming at first, but after sitting for a while, I let myself relax just a little.
I shouldn’t have.
Just when I thought I could breathe, the organizers announced a dance—a waltz, of all things. Tension gripped me instantly, I didn’t know how to waltz. Hell, I barely knew how to dance in general.
My heart skipped a beat, and I silently prayed they wouldn’t ask us to join.
But then, as if she had been waiting for the right moment, Don Fabio’s wife leaned ove
