VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOV;
Little Mouse's nerves were all over the place. I wasn't sure the reassurances I gave her were doing any good, so I opted for champagne. I knew leaving her all by herself wasn't the right option, but I was confident she could handle herself a bit before I got back.
A business associate of mine delayed me with news of a new project we had at hand, but I excused myself when I saw, from afar, Victoria's mother dragging her by the hand toward my family. I walked stealthily, listening in and making an entrance when necessary.
And now Marianne is right in front of me, making a fool out of herself, playing the victim because she has an audience. She had started tales about how Victoria stole everything she had, even her position as my wife.
“You are months too late f
