Behind Closed Doors  

I walked back into the reception venue with Jasmine at my side, feeling more composed than when I’d fled to the bathroom. My eyes immediately scanned the room, searching for Giovanni's imposing figure among the scattered guests. He wasn't there, neither was Enzo. "Looking for your husband?" Jasmine asked, her tone was teasing. "Just... trying to orient myself," I lied. But the truth was, Giovanni's absence made me nervous. When I could see him, I could anticipate his moves but when he disappeared, anything could happen. "They're probably talking business," Jasmine said, as if reading my mind. "The men always slip away during events like this. It drives me crazy, honestly. Enzo promised he'd stay close today." I forced a smile. "I'm sure they'll be back soon." "We'll be right over there if you need us," Jasmine said, gesturing toward a small seating area where a few other guests had gathered. "Don't hesitate to come find me if things get overwhelming again." "Thank you," I sa