The house lights in the auditorium gracefully dimmed, signaling the start of the event. Sara looked around the theater and her eyes froze l fallen directly upon Mathias Picasso.
He was seated only two seats away from her, accompanying his father. A sudden frown creased her forehead just as Luca's hand moved smoothly over hers, interlacing their fingers in the sudden darkness.
She forced her gaze forward as a young woman in her early twenties, radiant in a spotlight, appeared on the stage and gracefully sat down at the piano.
"Is this your friend?" Sara whispered, leaning in close to Luca's ear, a surprising hint of accusation in her tone. "I thought you were not involved with any woman except me."
