Chapter 9 Uncomfortable

• Beatrice
• Now that I found myself in the ballroom, a strong suspicion hung over me: the looks directed at me seemed full of speculation, focusing mainly on my companion, Andrew. Regret began to creep in, generating growing discomfort.
• I was seriously considering the idea of stepping back and leaving as quickly as possible. However, Andrew had the sensitivity to sense my apprehension. With a simple glance in my direction, he dispelled my concerns. He was by my side, and that was what truly mattered.