Viviana sat in front of the vanity applying a nice coat of red lipstick. Tonight she was having dinner with Henry in the city. Of course, her escorts would be tagging along, but she didn't care- as long as they kept their distance.
"What are you getting all dressed up for?" Matteo said, suddenly appearing in the room.
"I'm having dinner with a friend." She said simply, standing and walking into the closet for a pair of stilettos. Matteo cringed.
She'd been seeing a lot of her friends lately.
"What about you? Any plans?" She asked, delighted at his obvious anger.
"What friend?" He asked, already knowing what she would say.
"Henry." She said simply. She never told him how she knew him, what he did or what his last name was. Matteo had been informed of their every move by her escort
