Milene
“This is hilarious,” Pippa says, looking back over her shoulder at Stefano and Vincenzo, who are trailing a few paces behind us. Two more bodyguards are following a little further back.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I sigh and turn to enter the next boutique.
“I feel like there should be a camera crew following us, as well.” She giggles. “Why would anyone need four bodyguards? You said your husband was a businessman, not the president.”
“He is a bit extreme.” I approach the dress rack and fish the phone out of my purse to call Salvatore.
“Milene.”
“About the dress for Rocco’s wedding. How about gray?” I ask, looking at a long and flowing gown. “Or should I go with something more colorful?”
“You can wear whatever you want, as long as it covers your ass.”
“Well, thank you, sugar p
