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Siri leaned back in her chair, expression triumphant.
Ivo offered me his arm. "I'm afraid you'll have to put up with me, Fräulein Stader."
In front of the orchestra, couples spun to the music, shoes squeaking on the polished floor. The photographer pressed a fresh bulb into his reflector and motioned for us to begin.
Ivo took my hand in his and encircled my waist in his arm. I fought down a sob. This would be the last time we touched. He glided me to the center of the floor, and the photographer raised his camera. The flash exploded as bright as lightning.
"I'm sorry about tonight," Ivo said. "Siri insisted we come."
She hadn't told him, then. I nodded. I was afraid I couldn't speak without crying.
He seemed to sense my distress.
"Don't be upset."
"This is impossible."
He squeezed my hand. "You know I love you."
The photographer readied his camera, and I forced myself to smile. I couldn't tell Ivo about Siri, but I could end it here. "I can't see you anymore. Please try to understand."
He jerked his head back as if I'd slapped him. I couldn't let the photographer capture his expression. I bent my knee, causing Ivo to turn to support my weight. When the flash went off, his back was to the camera.
The photographer walked over. "How about one more?"
Siri strode to Ivo's side. "Why not?" She slipped her arm around his. The jasmine scent in her perfume was overpowering. "With me, this time." She smiled at me and waved. "Au revoir, Mademoiselle Stader. Au revoir."