"You're married to my brother?!" A drunk Aurora screamed at Isadora.
"I can explain," she said, grabbing her hand desperately.
"Bitch if you don't let go of my hand right now," she warned.
Isadora swiftly let go of her, but her eyes still held a plea and desire to be listened to.
"I can't believe you! He's not in the right state of mind. How could you take advantage of him!"
She turned around and began walking away before she would be tempted to do something crazy.
Vittorio, spotting her from their section, followed her.
His eyes were on her, moving along with her as she left the club.
"I can't believe this bullshit! I just can't!" She kept screaming at the top of her lungs as she marched towards her room.
Vittorio kept trailing her, judging her outbursts whilst he was at it.
When she eventually stopped at the door to her room, he hastened up and caught up with her before she could go in.
"Hey." He brushed his finger against her back.
