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I watched the interactions around me – colleagues, acquaintances, and friends engaging in conversations and laughter.
But even amid the celebrations, my gaze kept drifting to Sophia.
Her presence seemed to light up the room, and I found myself involuntarily tracking her movements, even when I had other responsibilities to attend to.
It was frustrating, to say the least. I had always prided myself on maintaining composure and staying in control.
But with Sophia around, it was as if my equilibrium was disrupted, and I was left grappling with emotions I couldn't easily decipher.
I sipped my drink, my eyes inadvertently following Sophia as she mingled with guests.
Every time she smiled and laughed, it was like a magnetic pull that I couldn't resist.
Yet, there was a fear of crossing a line that neither of us seemed willing to acknowledge.
As the event continued, I found myself stealing glances at Sophia whenever possible.
Her presence seemed to have an uncanny ability to draw my attention, even amidst the crowd and the responsibilities of hosting the event.
But it wasn't just her presence that occupied my thoughts – it was the memory of what had transpired in my office.
I couldn't shake off the memory of that impulsive kiss, the way Sophia had yanked me closer, her lips claiming mine with a mix of urgency and something deeper.
It was a memory I couldn't ignore, even if I wanted to. Truth be told, I didn't want to forget.
There was a rawness to that moment, a vulnerability that had surprised me.
But her actions had left me baffled. One moment, she vehemently denied any connection between us, insisting there was nothing but a mistake.
And the next, she was initiating a kiss that had left both of us reeling. The contradiction was maddening, and I grappled with the confusion it brought.
As the night wore on, I noticed a shift in Sophia's demeanor toward me.
The coldness that had characterized her interactions with me seemed to have thawed, replaced by an awkwardness that was hard to ignore.
It was as if our tension had broken, leaving us both uncertain.
Our glances were filled with longing, questions, and other emotions that neither of us seemed willing to voice.
It was a silent dance, a push-and-pull that neither of us wanted to engage in fully. Perhaps we were both afraid of what it might mean.
So, we continued to steal glances while keeping a careful distance. It was a strange limbo we found ourselves in, with neither of us willing to make the first move.
Aware of the undercurrents that pulsed between us, I couldn't help but wonder where this unspoken tension would lead us as the night drew to a close.
Whether either of us would be brave enough to make the first move.
As time passed, the event continued to unfold with the lively chatter of executives and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air.
I engaged in discussions, my attention divided between the conversations and the curious glances I occasionally stole in Sophia's direction.
There she was, by the table, sipping on a glass of non-alcoholic wine, her presence a calming contrast to the bustling atmosphere.
But just as I was settling into the rhythm of the event, a sudden movement caught the corner of my eye.
I turned my head slightly, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw a figure approaching the banquet table where Sophia was.
My eyes widened in astonishment as I fully turned my head to see who it was. It was none other than my uncle, Francisco Cortigini.
