"This can’t be real, I must be dreaming."

Victoria took a deep breath when she saw Salvatore. She recognized his face, despite the mask that concealed much of it. Consumed by nerves, she tried to control the situation.

"Excuse me, sir, can I help you with something?" she asked, trying to act as if she didn’t know him.

Salvatore, obsessed with the memories of that one night they spent together, took her by the waist firmly, pulling her even closer. Their eyes met through the masks, and although Victoria tried to resist, her body—always treacherous—longed for the contact. Despite the years that had passed, the blurred images of that night...