They slipped out of the room quietly, as though they were both intruders in the mansion, stepping back into the world of formality and false pleasantries. The night air from the open windows stirred the low murmur of voices in the ballroom as Alexis felt Diego’s hand firm at her back, leading her into the party once again.
Her mind raced with thoughts of what had just happened, but she barely had time to catch her breath before Diego spoke, his tone casual, but with a tinge of something more. “We should dance.”
Alexis froze slightly, turning to him with wide eyes. “Dance?” she repeated, incredulous. “Diego, I can’t….. I’m not even supposed to be here. If someone recognizes me….”
He waved her protest away with a flick of his hand, as if her words held no weight. “No one will care,” he sa
