Diana descended the grand staircase of the Rodrigos' estate, her heart beating so fast with every step. She wore a simple dress, deliberately chosen to avoid catching Antonio's attention. As she approached the dining room, the low hum of conversation filtered through the air, accompanied by the clink of silverware.
Pushing open the door, she stepped inside to find Antonio seated at the head of the long table, a glass of red wine in hand. His parents were absent, leaving the two of them alone. The smug look on his face told her this arrangement had been deliberate.
"Diana," Antonio greeted, his voice dripping with feigned warmth. "You look radiant this evening. Come, sit."
She forced herself to maintain composure, walking to the seat opposite him. She ignored his compliment and picked at the plate of food set before her, her appetite nonexistent.
