Lizzie's POV
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My brow lifted when I saw the blonde girl's arms clung to Elizalde's body like an octopus. She doesn't care if Elizalde has an escort beside him. And to think I'm not just an average escort because I'm his wife!
"I didn't expect you to see here today, Zalde! I heard from Miss Madisson that you just arrived with someone. Who's with you?" she asked Elizalde in a strong Italian accent.
When she looked at me, the look on her face was like I was a chaperon of Elizalde.
Huh, my goodness! This stupid blonde has no idea what she's dealing with.
Elizalde cleared his throat. "This is Lizzie, my wife," he introduced me to her.
When our eyes met, her smile faded, and her eyes widened. However, that didn't stop her weird behavior. Instead, she flicked her hair and strode closer to
