Valeria's POV.
My heart races and my throat feels scratchy, how did she find my address? What's she doing here? The questions swirl around in my mind even though the answer is really obvious.
"Hello, Jennifer," I greet her while holding the door frame with my right hand.
I smile, though my breathing is labored, but that smile fades from my lips when she walks in like she owns the place and looks at my living room with disgust.
What's her problem?
"And… What brings you here?" I ask through clenched teeth.
She immediately looks at me with a haughty gaze, not like the “friendly” girl from the restaurant. Her light eyes scan me with disgust and then she scoffs to say;
"When you told me your name at Mattia’s office, I realized you were the woman in the portrait" I gulp.
“What portrait?”
