**Victoria’s Point Of View**
I dressed calmly for tonight. We’d have to talk first before having dinner or doing anything romantic at all.
I wore a black jumpsuit, let it hug my curves and I paired it with a red pair of heels that made me feel good. Clothes and makeup. They do it for me. They’re my shields on days when I’m not feeling one hundred percent. And since Massimo has the capabilities to keep me from going to work, from even leaving the house, it is possible we don’t reach a deal and I’m left to be a pissed-off wife.
I ran my hands through my hair, trying to remind myself that life isn’t bad. It’s great. Some people just want to hurt me. Massimo is a good man. He loves me, perhaps too much. I’ve had my work to keep me steady, to be my balance, my rock.
After everything, I ca
