Secrets unveiled in a dance of deception.

Aldo managed to convince the confused little woman to go home with him. By the time they made it back to town, it was midnight. It was decidedly better to stay at his condo than to drive all the way back to the mansion.

The ride was so long and extremely quiet, very awkward. He tried his best to calm her down. He understood that she needed time to figure things out, but he had so many questions. As he let her have her space in the silence of the vehicle, his mind churned with questions, doubts and worries.

What led her to suspect him? How did she find out about the meeting? How much did she hear? Who else knew she was there? Only one person could come to his mind at that point; Julia.

Aldo's heart pounded as he led Sarah back to his condo in central Venice. The fear of losing her had consumed him, and the knowledge that she had tried to escape had shaken him to his core. He couldn't help but wonder who had revealed the details of their secret meeting to Sarah.

As they entered the q