The Cost of Truth

Arturo stood a few feet away, a faint smile curving his lips. He looked effortlessly striking in his black tuxedo, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’ve been working all evening,” he said, approaching slowly. “Care to take a break and have a dance?”

Camilla blinked. “A dance?” Her brows furrowed. “Arturo, I still have, ”

He held out his hand. “Come on, almost everyone’s already here. Moreover, Gine