The red dress clung to me like a second skin, it was strapless and smooth on my body. My reflection stared back from the full-length mirror, the swell of my stomach barely noticeable. It's been just two months and my stomach is still as flat as ever. I ran my hand over it absentmindedly, unsure if it was nerves or instinct.
Martin didn't come, he had sent a driver. As I slipped into the back seat, I let my mind drift briefly to the paper with Don Julio’s name on it, his words, his demand and my silence. As soon as it came, I pushed the thoughts behind me. Not tonight.
Tonight, I will let it all go. I would live in the present moment, the dinner, and Martin. I would pretend for just a few hours that the world wasn’t waiting to devour me whole.
We pulled up in front of Kiara, the most lux
