Vittoria stopped by the door and turned to look at him. Their eyes met and he dropped his phone, stood up and strolled towards her.
“How many times would I warn you that I have a reputation to protect. For a married Italian woman like you, at least wear a dress that covers a large chunk of skin.” He said in a commanding tone while Vittoria battled him with her eyes.
“You have a reputation to protect?” Vittoria mocked.
“Or you don’t know that? You suddenly forgot that you’re Mr. Alessandro’s wife first before you are Buccolini’s daughter.”
She stepped closer, “And who do you think you’re talking to? Your slave? What’s wrong with looking hot every once in a while, afterall I’m meeting friends.”
He clenched his fist and proceeded to grab her shoulders, “See some friends? By this time
