Matteo stood looking at his watch. It was twenty to 7pm and Viviana still not out of the bedroom.
"Vivi, if we don't leave right now, we'll be late." He said, beginning to grow exasperated.
Viviana stood in the closet, trying on another dress. No matter how many she put on, she was never fully satisfied with the result. She hated to admit it, she had put on some weight and there was no way she could blame it on a baby. She shuddered. No, it was literally a lot of depressive ice cream and not enough exercise. She looked around desperately, her hair was up perfectly, her make up done, all she needed was a dress.
Just when she felt like she would cry, she spotted the right one at the back of the rack. Of course. She had tried this one last week when she bought it. She pulled the green dr
