Chapter Twenty: Woman's Dignity

Matteo's light brown hair is slicked back neatly; his burgundy suit jacket fits him snugly so that I can see the outline of each muscle on his torso. His black scarf flows with the wind as his grey eyes turn to me before a smile warms his face, enlivening his features.

He is too beautiful to be real, and the fact that our outfits match makes this feel more unreal.

"Bellissima, but why the coat?"

He asks with a light shrug.

"Why the coat? Is that a joke, my..."

I peer at his security before lowering my voice.

"My breasts are out."

He chuckles.

"I will keep them safe."

He says as he tugs me to him. His cologne washes over me as his hug grows tighter around me.

‘He will keep me safe’? For him to use such words can only mean one thing.

"You watched my interview, didn't you."

A bitter chuckle escapes me as I force my body away from his.

"Is this dress some sort of pity?"

His hold on me tightens.

"Pity? No, not pity. Anger. Those bastards shouldn't even breathe for what they did to you, and