AMELIA
With a smile, Erik took my hand and led me through the ballroom: we swiftly passed through the shining crowd, mixing in with them and grabbing a few drinks and canapes while we walked, exchanging greetings and well wishes with some of the guests. In the end, though, we made it to the opposite side of the grand ballroom; with the look of someone who’d done that thousands of times, Erik slightly pressed a point on the wall – and with a click, a secret door opened.
Quick, before someone sees us, he said, motioning for me to go with his head.
I nodded, trying to contain an excited giggle as I crossed the door: I was literally in a secret passage, in a castle. If that wasn’t crazy …
Erik joined me a second later, closing the door behind his back: only then we allowed ourselves to
