I'd had those dresses custom-made in Milan a month ago. A set of two, designed for me and my daughter.
Mine had vanished not long after they arrived.
Dante had waved it off with an impatient "It's just a dress. Gone is gone."
Turns out, it had gone straight onto Serafina.
The moment she spotted me, Serafina covered her mouth with a delicate laugh. "Donna Montecarlo, Carina just insisted on wearing a matching outfit with me to her birthday party. She said you'd look too fat and ugly in it. I couldn't bear to break the poor girl's heart. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not. Today is all about making Carina happy."
Dante's eyes flickered with contempt when he saw how agreeable I was being. "Honey, you should've been this sensible a long time ago. I'm pleased. Is the share-transfer agreement ready?"