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I resisted the urge to stomp on his foot. Men were such simple creatures.
But, I reminded myself, Angelo thought I was pretty even before. When I still had braces, a blanket of freckles covering my nose and cheeks, and unruly, mousy-brown hair I had yet to learn how to tame.
“My turn,” he said, without voicing his verdict on my looks. “Have you picked out names for your children with your Bangini yet?”
It was an odd question, one that was no doubt designed to make fun of me. I wanted to turn around and walk away from him right there and then.
But the music was fading, and it was stupid to throw in the towel on an encounter that would end shortly. Besides, everything that came out of my mouth seemed to bother him. Why ruin a perfect strike?
“Bandini. And yes, I have, as a matter of fact. Christian, Joshua, and Emmaline.”
Okay, I might’ve picked the sexes, too. That was what happened when you had too much time on your hands.
Now the stranger in the demi-mask was grinning fully, and if my anger didn’t make it feel as though pure venom ran through my veins, I could appreciate his commercial-worthy dental hygiene.
Instead of bowing his head and kissing my hand, as the brochure for the masquerade had indicated was compulsory, he took a step back and saluted me in mockery.
“Thank you, Francesca Rossi.”
“For the dance?”
“For the insight.”
The night became progressively worse after the cursed dance with Senator Keaton. Angelo was sitting at a table with a group of men, locked in a heated argument, as I was tossed from one pair of arms to the other, mingling and smiling and losing my hope and sanity, one song at a time.
I couldn’t believe the absurdity of my situation. I stole my mother’s wooden box—the one and only thing I’d ever stolen—to read my note and get the courage to show Angelo how I felt.
If he wasn’t going to kiss me tonight—if no one was going to kiss me tonight—did that mean I was doomed to live a loveless life?
Three hours into the masquerade, I managed to slip out the entrance of the museum and stood on the wide concrete steps, breathing in the crisp spring night. My last dance had to leave early. Thankfully, his wife had gone into labor.
I hugged my own arms, braving the Chicago wind and laughing sadly at nothing in particular. One yellow cab zipped by the tall buildings, and a couple huddled together were zigzagging giddily to their destination.
Click.
It sounded like someone shut down the universe. The lampposts along the street turned off unexpectedly, and all the light faded from view.
It was morbidly beautiful; the only light visible was the shimmering lonely crescent above my head.
I felt an arm wrap around my waist from behind. The touch was confident and strong, curving around my body like the man it belonged to had studied it for a while.
For years.
I turned around. Angelo’s gold and black masquerade mask stared back at me. All the air left my lungs, my body turning into goo, slacking in his arms with relief.
“You came,” I whispered.
His thumb brushed my cheeks. A soft, wordless nod.
Yes.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. My heart squealed inside my chest.
Shut the front door. This is happening.
I grabbed the edges of his suit, pulling him closer.
I’d imagined our kiss countless times before, but I’d never expected it to feel like this.
