Once at the table, the waiter brought dinner. Soft music played in the background, laughter surrounded them, and the evening was unfolding pleasantly. Several couples went out to dance, and Bastien took Kate’s hand.

—Let’s dance. I want everyone to see the beautiful woman by my side.

Kate smiled and took his hand. All eyes turned to them. They danced in perfect sync—they were, without a doubt, the most beautiful couple in the room.

—Bastien... everyone is watching us —Kate whispered, blushing.

—Of course they are. You look gorgeous, Kitty —he replied, placing a sweet kiss on her neck.

Once the song ended, they began walking back to their table, but they were intercepted by a tall, well-dressed man who didn’t seem older than thirty. He stared at Kate from head to toe, clearly mesmerized.

—Excuse me, miss. May I have this dance?

—No —Kate’s voice was cold and sharp. Bastien gave the man a mocking smile.

—Come on, just one dance.

Bastien stepped between them, his eyes burning with rage.