The media and the entire damn elites of New Jersey could rot in hell. Screw her father's and her 'loving husband's' reputations. They jeopardized their reputations the moment his filthy lips touched hers. God, she never thought her blood could boil and rage so violently. Prisana's conditioned reflex prompted her to raise her arm so she could slap her despicable husband.
But of course, he didn't allow her to. Giovanni caught her hand mid air and lovingly entwined it with his. Prisana grasped it so hard in hopes of ripping it off. Then she quickly jerked her hand away from his, only to place it against the suit jacket of Elias, the man in black who watched this all expressionlessly. She made sure to wink at Giovanni as their back turned to him.
"I'll do my best to behave dear. So stop being so jealous because I'll have my way with you tonight."
