His fiancée, Bárbara, was at his side, smirking like this was entertainment.
Rafael pointed at Marina slowly, like he was calling a pet to do a trick.
“Come here. I have a proposal.”
Marina walked forward because not walking forward would have been its own punishment.
Rafael raised his voice so everyone could enjoy it.
“If you really know how to dance…” he paused, savoring the room’s attention, “I’ll leave her and marry you today.”
The laughter came instantly—sharp, superior, eager.
Phones rose into the air. One camera, then another, then ten.
Humiliation doesn’t feel real until it has an audience.
Rafael leaned closer, smiling. “Fifty thousand if you accept the challenge.”
He held out his hand like he was offering a prize.
Or a leash.
And that’s when a Viennese waltz drifted into the room.
Marina’s face didn’t just change.
It went still.
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