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ack to the present. — Honey, I wanted to dance... — Bela said softly, looking at me without blinking. I stared back at her, reading the truth in her clear irises. She didn't want to dance. She wanted to get me out of there. - Let's go? The music is beautiful — she insisted, showing a shy smile. — Go dance with your girlfriend, Michael! — Vicente's wife exclaimed, clapping her hands. - She is adorable. She and she also a lucky woman. — Yes. Dancing — I stammered like an idiot, looking at Bela, getting lost in her huge eyes that seemed to search every piece of my soul. — Excuse me, gentlemen — I murmured before taking the first step, leading the girl to the dance floor while the song in French echoed throughout the room. Ne me quitte pas Je t'inventerai Des mots insensés Que tu comprendras (Don't leave me I will invent nonsense words That you will understand) Along the way, I squeezed his hand as if I was about to drown and Bela was a buoy, saving me of the wreck. Come to think of it, that's what just happened. — I know that asking me to dance was just an excuse and... — I murmured, looking straight ahead, still holding Bela's hand. — I prefer to go to the balcony. She didn't say anything. We pass through the wide glass doors, accessing the back porch of the house. The breath of fresh air was very welcome, allowing me to breathe easier. Luckily, there was only one other couple at the opposite end, about ten meters away from us. From here you could barely hear the band, but you could hear that they were no longer singing Maysa. Now, it was a Queen song that echoed throughout the party. Much better. The British band was one of my favorites. — I bet you'll want to talk... — I commented, leading Bela to the balcony railing, facing the pool deck, which was on the other side of the garden. Flower-shaped candles floated across the dark water, the small lit wicks flickering against the breath of the night breeze. Resting my hands on the metal bar, I glanced at the woman who was admiring the decorations around her, her bright eyes running over every detail. With the floor covered in wooden planks and rustic furniture, the balcony was even more decorated, full of pots with ornamental plants and holders with rounded candles. I would say that the orange flames contrasting with the dark o