"You look ravishing," Bianchi says holding his hand out to me. I take it as he helps me down the last steps, his grip gentle. Since the moment I appeared, his eyes haven't left me.
"You clean up well too," I tell him even though I've never seen him in anything other than a suit. He's in a black tuxedo with a white button-down shirt and a black bowtie. One of the lapels on his suit jacket has some sort of embroidery design and I'm surprised the color matches that of my dress. I flick up my eyes to his asking "Coincidence?"
"No" he replies and leaves it at that. I don't bother asking for an explanation because I don't care. My stomach is churning with nerves and anxiety. I want to lure Federico out but at the same time, I don't want Bianchi to misunderstand because all this isn't for him
