"He's in France!" Valentina stormed into madam's mansion, panting like a dog.
"Slow down, MaChérie. Who is in France?" Madam placed the book she was reading down, and took off her glasses.
"Luciano De Luca. That insufferable man is here! And why now of all times? I bet he heard I was getting married somehow, and decided to come ruin my happiness! God I hate him so much!" She marched towards the bar, and grabbed the first thing her hand touched.
It was a bottle of tequila. She didn't mind as she needed something strong anyway.
Madam observed her for a while without saying anything.
