CHAPTER 32 A DANCE OF INTRIGUE

Ethan’s curiosity was piqued. “That sounds like you have a story of your own to tell,” he said, his voice rich with anticipation. Bianca laughed softly, her expression coy. “Oh, if only I could share those tales with you,” she said, her hand resting lightly on his arm. “But I’m afraid they’re buried deep in the past, and some secrets are best kept hidden.” Ethan’s gaze was intense, his interest only growing with each word she spoke. Ethan, caught up in the moment, switched to French, the language of love and passion, pouring out his heart in a way that was both beautiful and foreign to Bianca. “Toutes les étoiles du ciel ne sont rien en comparaison au soleil de ton sourire.” (Translation: “All the stars in the sky pale in comparison to the sun of your smile.”) Bianca, sensing her lie was about to be exposed, stifled a yawn, her body language subtly conveying a desire to shift the conversation or else risk being caught in her lies. “Ethan,” she began, a hint of fatigue in her voi