ELENA DUVAL
“Isabella Bardoni,” She stepped forward with her eyes admiring my dress. “Nice dress. Would you mind lending it after tonight?”
“Sorry, I don't share dresses,”
She nodded with her lips partly open like she perfectly understood. “But you do share your man right?”
I narrowed my gaze.
“I meant Dimitri,” She had a fake innocent smile. “I just wanted to look as good as you do in that dress when my Dimitri f****d me again,”
The only words that managed to echo in my head were f****d and again. This was another of Dimitri's whores.
“Oh no, sorry did I say something that offended you?” She made a gasp like she cared. “But we both know Dimitri would never settle for just an outsider who isn't part of the famiglia,”
“Oh, so he's better off with a cheap slut, huh? Someone like you?
