After Fabio left, Erica gently placed both hands over her chest.

It was because of her heart, which was beating unusually fast.

Her heart pounded so strongly it almost hurt, yet, at the same time, she felt comforted and happy.

She carefully murmured the name of the person responsible for these feelings.

“Baron Rothschild… No, Fabio…”

Just saying his name made her heart race even faster.

‘What if he had kissed me when he proposed? I would’ve been so embarrassed.’

Apart from the formal dances at balls, Erica had never even held hands with a man before, so imagining anything …