"Serra, Serra, Serra!" Eugenia whisper-yelled through clenched teeth, almost pulling her hair out as she paced back and forth in her room, frustration evident in every step. Ever since that night with Adonis when he was drunk, this name had been haunting her. Now, finally, she would be able to put a face to the name.She told herself, plotting her next move when she finally meet the woman who had been stealing her husband's attention.
"Serra?" she had asked impulsively when she overheard Carmine, Anna, and the Luna talking about a certain Serra.
"Do you know her?" Anna had inquired, three pairs of eyes turning to her, waiting for her response. Eugenia was momentarily speechless, the memory of a drunken Adonis murmuring Serra's name flashing in her mind. Obviously, she couldn't reveal tha
