When Marco heard her, the man raised his head from the phone he was glued to, and when his eyes settled on her, his jaw dropped. He wasn't pretending; Arianna's ego soared to the stratosphere when she saw his reaction.
“You like it?” she asked, with a smug grin.
“You... you're beautiful. Not that you weren't before, it's just that now...” he stuttered, and Arianna laughed to lighten the mood.
“Relax,” she said softly. “Let’s go, it’s late.” Indeed, by the time they left, it was already nighttime. “Do you want to eat?” she asked her bodyguard. “I'll treat you to dinner.”
“That wouldn't look good, ma’am. I think it’s better if we go. The Don must be about to return and wants you to be home by then.”
Arianna laughed bitterly. “Please, Marco, we both know that he doesn't give a damn if I’
