[Lilia]

“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” my grandfather asked as he approached, swirling a glass of wine between his fingers. He took a swig and questioned me immediately afterward. “Are you enjoying your night, cara?”

I tried my best not to let any signs of anxiety show on my face, offering him a warm grin and an enthusiastic nod. “Of course, Pa. This night is wonderful. I just have to give my feet a rest. They’re swelling.”

I pointed to my feet, though they were hidden ...