The grand hall was a masterpiece, glittering with the kind of wealth only the Alfonzo family could achieve.
Chandeliers bathed the space in golden light, casting shimmering reflections on the polished marble floors.
Guests in opulent gowns and tailored suits poured through the massive double doors, their chatter and laughter blending with the soft strains of a live orchestra.
I stood beside Bruno, our roles as hosts meticulously planned.
His hand rested lightly on the small of my back, a gesture meant to convey possession rather than affection.
I smiled dutifully at each guest as they arrived, offering polite words of welcome.
The Alfonzo family members followed us, their sharp gazes assessing every individual who crossed the grand hall.
Outwardly, I was poised and gracious. Inside, my thoughts were a whirlwind, constantly returning to the plans Rosa and I had spent weeks perfecting.
