theme. Authentic costumes are everywhere; exotic canapes and cocktails are flowing freely, and my eyes are dazzled with all the sparkling décor. There are a whole host of droning speeches before the dance gets underway and, as usual, the flashing of a million cameras. I’m so used to them nowadays that I never really notice anymore.

“Dance, Miss Anderson?” Jake is back in his charming and happy mode and dazzles me with a gorgeous, relaxed smile.

“Certainly, Mr. Carrero.” I take his hand and follow him through the crowd to join other guests; it’s a slow song and he moves me expertly. Dancing with Jake is fast becoming one of...