The next morning Enzo drops me back at the hotel to finish up with some of the arrangements. I am deciding where the dance floor should go and which band would play at the event when one of the planners walks towards me.
“Hello ma’am. Are you and Mr Costanzo going to open the dance floor on Saturday night?” she asks.
“First off please don’t call me ma’am, my name is Katherine. It makes me feel old and I’ll have to talk to Enzo about that,” I say wondering why in God’s name she would ask that. But I am guessing our relationship has gone public. Not that I have a problem with that. It makes me happy knowing that everyone knows we are together.
What she says gets me thinking. Will Enzo want to do the opening dance with me for such a big event. The last time—or rather the only time we dance
