"You shouldn't throw your shoe next time. What if you hurt yourself while walking barefoot?" Marcel said with a tenderness in his voice that melted her heart.
Arianna propped up her chin on one elbow so she could look at Marcel all she wanted while he helped her wear her stiletto heel. Staring at him with a love struck expression, It was hard to believe that they had come this far. Arianna remembered vividly that she hated his ass even though she had been attracted to him.
Thinking about it now, Arianna thought the reason she hated Marcel so much was not just because he uprooted her from her life, he was just not what she wanted. If one should ask Arianna what her life would be like in the next five years without Marcel's interference, she would say happily married to an ordinary man.
Being involved with a Mafia Don did not meet the criteria in her wish list.
