Valentina crossed the room and stopped in front of his desk. She stood not as a girl, but as a woman who had seen the barrel of a gun and realized that the people who held the power were far more dangerous than the weapons themselves.
“I upheld my end of the agreement,” she said. “Every part of it.”
He removed his glasses with slowness. “And?”
“And it’s time for you to uphold yours. Fashion school. The application. The fees.” She held his gaze. “You promised.”
Salvatore leaned back. “I said I would consider the timing.”
Valentina stared at him. “That was not the agreement.”
His eyes cooled. “Careful.”
“No.” Something that had been building since the wedding, a cold anger rose in her chest and refused to be shut down. “You don’t change the terms after you’ve already collected. That’s
