Daniela's fingers played with the edge of the table, as she took her sweet time to craft her first question.
Valentina waited, counting the seconds in her own mind.
"Got it!" She snapped a finger, and turned to Valentina.
"Lets start with what you think you will achieve by throwing yourself at my man."
Valentina sighed internally. Of course, it was about Luciano.
She blamed herself for thinking the airhead could be more creative.
"I don't throw myself at him," she simply replied.
Daniela shook her head. "That response isn't going to cut it, I'm afraid. Because the evidence proves otherwise. All you do is throw yourself at him. Whether it's at the music room, or here in this room. Acting so innocent, when deep inside of you I'm sure you fantasize about fucking him!" She raised her voice, upsetting herself, by creating the worst possible scenario.
Valentina cringed, almost feeling sorry for her.
"Don't you trust your man? Should you be marrying him if you don't?"
