POV: Brigail
Marco and Pam managed to yank the duo apart as Marco took Brigail while Pam grabbed Alcide.
Brigail found herself in Marco Alfonso's arms, being steered expertly across the dance floor.
"Is this a hobby of yours, chef, or just a favor to the Godfather?" Brigail asked with an air of nonchalance.
"Huh?" Marco Alfonso asked, eyebrows furrowed as he took a step back to gape at her.
"You know exactly what I mean, chef. You, playing us all like a bunch of buffoons. Watching us jump in panic or huddle in fear like your very own dancing monkeys. Tell me, chef, did we at least provide you and Mr. Michealson your money's worth of entertainment?" Brigail said with an acerbic smile dancing on her lips.
Marco stopped momentarily in his tracks as he studied Brigail closely. Her accusa
