Lev is annoying.

Who does he think he is to dictate what clothes Vero can or cannot wear?

Vero stomped down the sidewalk, passing by the lake and impromptu cafes filled with tourists. The joy and laughter they exuded contrasted sharply with her current mood.

Rather than feeling angry, Vero was disappointed. She had hoped that Lev would praise her or at least look at her in a way that made her blush, instead of seeing her with disgust and telling her to change her clothes. Did she look disgusting in this bikini? Vero had never felt insecure about her body before. It was only now because of Lev.

Since...