As I stood in the crowded lobby, waiting and wondering if Bruno was going to show some decency and stop treating me like his object in public, I could feel eyes from people around me.
I tried to shake off the unsettling feeling that had been haunting me ever since he had seen me talking to the man that I had almost given my number to.
It felt utterly disgusting to be here and being treated like this in front of other people, dressed in plain clothes, looking at a quarrel between an ordinary woman and her visibly angry husband.
The way he was treating me was disarming, and, for a moment, I found myself wishing I would be able to blend into the world outside the suffocating walls of the Alfonzo mansion and Bruno's intoxicating control.
This was too much for me.
If Bruno was going to treat me like this, then he shouldn't have allowed me go out of the house.
