THIRD PERSON'S POV

The moment their eyes met, Sandra glared at him furiously, and immediately he knew she came for trouble.

He noticed she may be drunk too, as her catwalks were involved stumbling steps, exaggerated swaying of her hips, arms flailing for balance, and occasional bursts of laughter as she headed towards him.

"You can't possibly be getting married to your maid!" She yelled as she kept stumbling towards him in fury.

"And who allowed you in?" Alessandro asked as he headed out ignoring the fact she was trying to meet up with him.

"That is not the issue here, Alessandro." She lashed out. "I've spent all my life...