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.

That message conveyed in our exchanged glances filled me with the courage to continue, facing the curious looks around us. We walked together, our hands intertwined, and Andrew greeted various people along the way. The way people treated him made it clear that their respect and the pursuit of his attention were not simply due to h