Chapter 112 A Property Sign

• Vittoria flashed a controlled smile, though the urge to throttle Seraphina was strong; she couldn’t deny the woman had a point.
• “Well, yeah,” Vittoria shot back, raising an eyebrow with sarcasm. “Sweetheart, this mess is what happens when you have a husband who makes you moan nonstop in a storage room.”
• Seraphina’s eyes darted away from Vittoria, her tongue nervously wetting her lips as she struggled to find a response that never came.