The music fades, but his hand doesn't leave me immediately.
For a second, we just stand there. Then the room rushes back in.
Applausr and movement, conversations picking up again like nothing just shifted between us.
Alex straightens first, his hand sliding from my waist but not completely letting go. Instead, his fingers wrap around my wrist, firm and deliberate.
"Stay with me," he says quietly.
Like I have a choice but Before I can respond, someone approaches.
"Alexander, that was quite the entrance."
And just like that…..He's back to his usual self.
Except this time… I'm not behind him.z so
I'm beside him, still held in place by his grip on my arm.
"This is my wife, Isabella," he says smoothly, not even glancing at me as he introduces me.
Wife.
The man smiles at me, saying something polite, something forgettable. I nod, smile back, say the right things and then another person comes then anothe and another.
It doesn't stop.
