Arianna was fuming in the backyard's vegetable garden. There were a lot of gardens here anyway thanks to the large land mass, Marcel even has a vineyard, the one she ran through the night she danced at Victor's party, hoping to escape him weeks ago, although the escape was an epic failure.
So she choose the smaller garden where there would be less company, although she had a feeling Luca was watching her somewhere. At first, it had been creepy having the male follow her everywhere, but she had gotten used to his presence and he wasn't a bad company anyway. However, watching her from the shadows was still weird.
Arianna squatted down in front of the small raised tomato garden bed, about four-by-four feet. She imagined the unripe tomato as Marcel's head and ranted to it, transferring all of her aggression to the imaginary Marcel. It was a habit she learned from Mimi and at the moment, it suited her mood.
