The sound of muffled chatter and the gentle clinking of cutlery against fine china greeted us as Rosa and I descended the grand staircase.
The dining hall stretched out before us, illuminated by a soft, golden glow that reflected off the crystal chandeliers hanging high above.
Hotel guests were scattered around, seated at elegantly dressed tables, their laughter and quiet conversations weaving a delicate backdrop to the evening's atmosphere.
I almost felt out of place but Rosa's reassuring gaze steadied me and kept me on my feet.
I sort of felt like i was cheating on Bruno, because technically we're still married but I didn't care about what I did tonight.
As long as I'm able to ensure my safety and Rosa's, then I was prepared to do anything.
At the far end of the room, a table stood apart from the others, adorned with candles and a single bouquet of white roses.
Adrian's table.
