Mafia queen
I reply matter-of-factly, picking up my phone while she rolls her eyes.
"You've become so boring Don." She comments, picking up a strawberry from the plate a waiter placed on the table turning to face Johnathan.
"Hi. I'm Sofia, what's yours?" She asks him, twirling the fruit in her mouth.
"I'm Johnson, the owner of this club." He brags, turning to face her and widening his stance.
Okay. Had this son of a bitch forgotten I'm her husband? well it's fake but still works.
She exaggerates her gasp, placing her small fingers