“A dirty secret?” He asked incredulously. “Is this what you think?”
“Alessandro, I gave up years ago trying to figure out what you think and now I no longer care.” She paused, “unless you finally are thinking I’m right and the best thing for me is for you to sign my divorce papers and give me my freedom.” She saw his look of disgust and shrugged. “Can’t blame a girl for dreaming.”
“Well at least you have dreams,” he said smartly and saw her lips tugging as she tried not to smile at his words. “I too have dreams.”
“Do you?” She asked trying not to respond to his easy attitude. “I’m sure I don’t want to hear them.”
“Yes, for example, I have dreams of you not wearing those ugly shoes you have on ever again.”
“What’s wrong with my shoes?” She looked down to her flat black ballet slipper
