The chandelier was the sole focus of Tara’s interest and enchantment. Antonio had taken her to a very fancy restaurant in town after they had stopped at the hotel to change. She put on the beautiful blue evening gown the stylist had arranged for her, and had never felt more attractive.
Something about the way its chic and expensive material flowed down to her ankles made her feel like a princess - Antonio De La Cruz’s princess.
She focused on her boyfriend and lover as he spoke on the phone in a hiss.
“I told you to take care of it, didn’t I?” There was a pause, and then, he added, “Enough, Alexander! I don’t f*****g want your excuses.”
And then, he hung up on the man.
Is everything okay?
The question burned Tara’s lips but she didn’t dare voice it out. Antonio was probably muc
