Autumn walks into the salon like an ancient princess, except without a kimono.
Someone helped her take off the large black coat and put it in the back. It's weird seeing the yakuza's wife dress in regular clothes, consisting of a white T-shirt tucked inside her vanilla pants. She sat down beside me, and immediately, they started pampering her.
"Angelica," she said, closing her eyes as the stylist began his job.
"Autumn," I'm not afraid of using her first name either. I am the wife of the Italian mafia. I shouldn't quiver or bow down to another influential person's wife.
Vivian looks at us before lifting the magazine to cover her face. She does not want to intervene, whatever the situation is between Angelica and me.
"How is the husband?" Autumn asks.
"Fair," but in so much damn trouble. "And you?" I suddenly remember how long styling the hair takes. Maybe I should inform Anthony that I will return late and he should eat dinner.
No! My inner voice barked. That little shit with a wiener is there! Plus, Anthony should wait; he deserves it.
My inner voice has a point.
I am angry at Anthony.
I don't know if what Esta said is true or false, but I'm too upset to think with a clear mind.
"Good," Autumn placed a hand in the air. "Take that away. I'm pregnant."
"How are your sons?" I ask, remembering the two young boys.
Her features slightly shift at the mention of her sons. "Good," her voice pitched somewhat, but she quickly recovered. The only sound made was the constant motion of the workers around us. There were only three of us.
The door swings open, and I hear a seemingly annoying, loving laugh. "Are you sure we can be here, Matt?" I can hear footsteps up the stairs.
"You need a relaxed day," a deep voice enters the room.
The three of us turn towards the door to see a couple entering.
Where the fuck will I not run into them?
"Hello," a woman greets them.
Matt smile. "Greyson," he said, cuddling closer with the woman beside him.
"Matthew?" Vivian shouts.
Matt looks at Vivian, and his brows twist together. He seemingly forces a smile. "Do I-" he seemed unsure of the woman beside me.
Vivian also forced a smile and threw the magazine down. She stood up, and the people around her moved out of the way. "Vivian...Vivian Blanc?" She looked like she wanted to punch him in the face.
He blinks a few times before nodding his head and smiling once more. "Ah...Yes. Vivian!"
Vivian laughs, almost a bit too fake. "Wow! I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Yeah!" Matt's voice pitches.
Vivian turns towards the woman beside him. "Who's she?"
Matt pulls her even closer, if possible. "Nina Lun. My girlfriend," he said proudly.
Nina punches him on the side. "I told you. I'm not sure yet. Stop telling everyone that," she grumbles lowly.
"But, you're thinking about it," he practically sang, rubbing the place where she punched, but I doubt it hurts.
I want to puke at their public display of affection.
I look around, understanding that I'm not the only one disgusted.
