"Still, it can't be comfortable to ride the bus in this," Elena insisted. "I feel like I'd accidentally flash the other riders.""Good for them," Aria teased. "But don't worry—I have other options."Then Aria had Elena try on very tight pants. They had more coverage, but they didn't leave any part o
"Yes," Elena quickly replied. "I'm free to see the two of you!"She couldn't believe it. Her husband had actually agreed to see her! And with Mr. Fabio there, Elena was confident she could plead her case—maybe she wouldn't be divorced after all!"Excellent," Mr. Fabio replied just as cheerily. "Then
Fabio drank from one of the French tea cups slowly. "This must be very important," he said. "You almost never ask for my advice—and never in person."Massimo didn't let a single emotion show on his face. He needed to be strictly professional in front of his grandfather."I want to divorce my wife,"
Massimo phoned a taxi cab for wife. She had been insisting on many last minute dates for over a week now. His patience for Aria's antics was running out.But he knew she had been trying. Despite showing up to his work every day, she hadn't stopped him from getting any work done. She was just always
Elena knew her friend was just trying to be helpful and kind. But Elena felt like Aria was flaunting her relationship. It just made Elena feel even more bitter about everything.Elena lasted a week between feeling like an intruder at work and bitter, jealous roommate at home. All the negative feelin
Elena tried to forget everything that happened last night when she returned to the Ferraro estate the following afternoon. She was going to do what she always did when she felt sad or upset—focus on work.This proved to be impossible for one important reason. Aria was already there.She was sat on M