26. Street food is unhygienic

Roseline's POV

Before I could ask him what he meant by punishment and exactly what he was going to do tonight, we heard a gentle knock on the door, which broke the moment and grabbed our attention.

"Ma'am, are you fine?" I could identify it as the voice of the manager.

Vincenzo's arms dropped to his sides, and his palms were tightly fisted. All the playfulness was now substituted with rage. He must be angry at the sudden power cut. I know he wants everything perfect. He can't bear any flaws, especially in something he owns.

"As we are running out of time, let's finalize this dress," he pointed at the dress that he selected for me, but I was not able to try it. "Come out after wearing your clothes, and this time remember to lock the doors." His eyes moved to my body for the one last time before he made his way out of the room.

I immediately rushed to lock the door and turned around, standing with the support of the door. My hand reached out to my thumping heart to calm it down.

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