Delfina arrived at the restaurant. The rich aroma of food drifted into her nostrils, reminding her that she had not eaten breakfast or lunch.
Her stomach rumbled in hunger. Unfortunately, she wasn't here to eat.
She scanned around until she saw Filippo impatiently tapping on the table.
"This better be quick," she mumbled under her breath as she walked over to the table and took a seat, placing her bag on the table with an exasperated look. "Why did you call me to come here?"
Filippo stared at Delfina, eyes widened for a moment. She looked different. It's been a week since she returned and he hadn't taken the moment to stare at her properly.
Her skin glowed, her makeup flawless, and her body was fit. Delfina had always been a beautiful woman. Her beauty was one of the reasons he fell in love with her.
But she looked almost unrecognizable. Her demeanor was hard to ignore, the way she carried herself was different.
