CHAP 9:{Devil dine}

{Abebi}

I took a deep breath as I stood at the entrance of the dining hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The red fabric of my dress clung to my curves, revealing just enough to capture attention without crossing the line. I knew the importance of this moment, the weight of expectations resting upon my shoulders.

Tommy's family members were already seated around the grand dining table, their laughter and lively conversation filling the air. I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. It was a delicate balance, knowing that my performance would determine their perception of me, of my worth within the family.

With each step I took, I tried to exude confidence and grace; the music playing softly in the background, guiding my movements. I danced non-seductively, focusing on elegance and finesse rather than overt sensuality. I wanted to show them I could captivate their attention without resorting to explicit gestures.

As I glided across the red carpet, my eyes caught Rocco's