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The lights flickered on, momentarily blinding me.
"Ah, darling! You're here. I've been looking for you," Nonna's voice called out.
Panic surged through me. I froze, slowly turning my head to the side, expecting to see Elias standing right there.
But as my eyes adjusted, I realized the space beside me was empty.
No one.
Where did he go?
I scanned the shadows, but he had vanished without a sound. Is he a ghost or something? I wondered, mentally rolling my eyes.
I didn't have much time to think about it.
Nonna grabbed my arm and pulled me back inside, her grip firm as she led me through the crowd. My eyes immediately landed on Dante.
He was standing at the front, holding a microphone, his expression unreadable.
Uh-oh.
This is it.
This was the moment I had been waiting for, yet a knot of dread tightened in my stomach. What exactly was he planning to say to all these people?
As we got closer, Dante stepped toward me.
He didn't say a word.
