A R I A N A
I was so pissed at Dante how could he believe Jessica? How could he take her side and tell me to apologize?
He was supposed to be my husband, he was supposed to support me.
I was so upset.
I walked straight out of the hotel meeting the chauffeur was waiting outside.
"Take me to the airport," I told him my voice was shaking with anger.
The chauffeur looked surprised but he nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Russo."
The car ride to the airport was quiet.
I stared out the window, but I did not see the beautiful city of Milan all I could see was Dante holding Jessica and him telling me to apologize.
We got to the private jet.
I walked up the steps and went straight to a seat in the back putting on my headphones and stared at my phone.
I did not want to talk to anyone certainly not Da
