superb actor.

"Why haven't you arrived yet, Davino? At the hotel restaurant, I am already present." The voice on the other end of the phone was audible to Davino.

Yes, he said, "I think I'm a little late, and there's a small issue."

Safira was writhing in pain in her leg joints as Davino abruptly hung up the phone with his father, his eyes mildly glaring at her. He went over to her right away and caught sight of his wife's ankles.

"How did you sustain such severe injuries?" He complained angrily.

"Don't blame me, please! I told you that I wasn't accustomed to wearing shoes like this, and even though I can wear high heels, I'm still a novice. How can I wear shoes with heels that look like this? Is it heels or a needle?" she retorted, still indignant that she had to wear uncomfortable shoes on her feet. If her husband's reputation didn't matter, she would have thrown in these pricey shoes to keep any rodents out of their home.

"These shoes are called stilettos; they are lovely, pricey heels that give