My heart fluttered. The thought of that one day being true, maybe even in a few months made me keep quiet.
“What can I get you two to drink?”
“Water,” Candido said. “Red wine for me, a sweet, white for her. And we’ll start with stuffed mushrooms and the petite fillet mignons.”
“Excellent choices!” The waiter scurried away, and I stared at Candido in shock, but he didn’t look up at me as he scanned the menu.
Why hadn’t he said anything? We both knew that Sibyl was his betrothed. I didn’t know why exactly they were betrothed, why Candido would agree in any way to marry such a mean woman, but everyone knew. They didn’t seem intimate at all, but he hadn’t ended their engagement.
What was he thinking? Why wasn’t he saying anything about who I actually was? I dropped my gaze to my menu.
