Victoria delicately painted her lips and sprayed her most expensive perfume on her skin. Despite being confined, her wardrobe was full of luxuries; Salvatore made sure she lacked nothing.

He approached and gently brushed his nose against her cheek.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes! Completely," Victoria replied with a long sigh, before turning to him and extending her hand.

Minutes later, they both arrived at the bar hand in hand, causing a general murmur among the employees. The surprise was evident on their faces, especially among the men closest to Salvatore. Marcell seemed to have assimilated it better, but Jordano maintained a wary, almost scornful expression.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Salvatore announced...