Victoria P.O.V
A woman is waiting at the entrance to Antoni’s apartment.
Victoria stills after exiting the silver elevator, her eyes narrowing into slits as she examines the women. She’s leaning on the brick wall beside Antoni’s green door, her right hand latched onto her left elbow. Perfectly manicured almond-shaped deep scarlet nails clutch her phone and sunglasses, the color matching the classic red suede heels and making her fitted black suit look even darker.
‘Definitely Mafia,’ Victoria thinks as she takes a step closer and clears her throat. The woman turns abruptly, her platinum blonde hair swishes over her shoulder as her round aquamarine eyes widen. The bored glaze over them slips away quickly when she spots Victoria.
“Oh, you’re back,” the woman says with a raspy voice as she walks toward her, palm outstretched. “Where’s Toni?”