The next day
"Dante brought a woman?!"
"There is a woman with Dante?"
"Impossible. Who is she?"
"This is the first time ever he is bringing a woman to a party."
Murmurings and mumblings filled the air as Dante and Mireille walked their way to a table. Dante had his hand on her waist and his gaze was hard and cold, to a point that it almost scared Mireille but she knew that was what Dante liked to be seen as by others. A cold and difficult person. Perhaps that was what he was too.
Mireille had on a beautiful lengthy blue dress, with a deep v neck and a spilt that showed off her beautiful legs. Dante had chosen the dress and Mireille loved it.
"Dante" a woman seemingly in her fifties got up from a table with a smile on her face.
"I am glad you could come over. The others said you
