"Wh-where are your tongues?" She asked in horror at the sight of their mouths which did not consist of the tongue.
They glanced at each other before the sa maid; Mia brought a notepad out and without writing anything she slid it over to Evelyn.
Evelyn read the content written on the page.
’We were being nosy. The don punished us accordingly.’
Oh, Evelyn nodded and slid it back to them. It was obvious why Salvatore was not worried at all.
But had the don done this just because they would be nosey? This was a huge punishnt. For the Don to cut off the tongue of soone and keep them again in his employnt must an sothing.
Otherwise, it would have been anyone else you would have to discard them already. Rats and traitors had no place in the organization.
They are still there and there must be a particular reason for that.
"Thank you," she nodded her head and went back to her food.
The two ladies stuck in the clear sign of dismissal and once again returned to their positions of work. Evelyn hurried up while eating her food and returned to her cell once she was done.
Once she was back in her room, Evelyn closed the door knowing that there was no chance to get out. If it was not logged in the front door would be. It was obvious that every door would have a guard that would prohibit going out.
She sighed and just went to bed. The jet lag was catching up.
****
The next ti that she woke up, she was being shaken into it.
Grouchily, she opened her eyes and found right next to her bed, lightly tapping her shoulder and once she noticed that as well and was awake she stood up straight and passed her another note.
’The don is asking for you.’
That was enough for Evelyn to jerk up and wear her shoes before sliding out of the door and walking down stairs completely to get the maid in her room.
If he had asked for her then would not be the idiot that she already had been and would make him wait for her. instead she walked as fast as she could.
She hoped at this point that he had not waited enough already for her to lash out at her again.
She could see him standing in the living room with his back turned to the stairs as he whispered sothing into his phone. That was completely normal.
What she did not understand was the huge track of clothes right beside him. And they were all huge dresses especially ant for the party kind.
"Yes, don?" She whispered, slightly confused by the fact that there were two other people standing in the room apart from her and Salvatore.
Her husband turned around to give her a glance, looking at her up and down before he headed back and finished his call first.
She waited patiently. Evelyn did not make a sound of protest as he finished his call. There was a ti when he would give her priority but that was long gone.
"Evelyn," Salvatore addressed in his cold and business voice once he was finished with the call. Now he was looking directly at her and Evelyn felt awfully small in front of his gaze.
"Choose one of these dresses." He pointed.
Her eyes imdiately went to the huge rack of clothes filled with cocktail dresses.
It was obvious that those words for hair fall stop without missing a beat level and gave him an order confirmation before she moved to the clothes and started to look through them.
One of them had a big neckline which Evelyn had never worn before and she was not going to start doing so in a strange country.
The other one did not have a back, that’s sothing that Evelyn could never do.
But for sothing that she noticed in each and every dress.
Each of them either had a larger neckline than she had ever won before or one of them would have a back that would completely show everything.
In the end Evelyn had to settle for sothing in between which was having a huge back cut and sothing that would show the upper breast of her.
It was dark blue in color and had a velvety touch making it perfect for her to wear. She held out the dress that she had chosen to Salvador and he nodded.
"Take the rest away." He told the sales girl who took the dress from Evelyn first and then laid it out on the couch.
Then she moved the rack out of the house towards the entrance and closed the door behind her.
Should she ask him where they were going?
This was clearly sothing that you wanted to do from the bottom of her but Evelyn knew that as not the right ti. He was again busy on his phone and Evelyn was standing where she had chosen the dress.
She waited for him to finish whatever he was doing but before she could do that soone entered the house again and this ti it was a young woman.
Evelyn lightly frowned her way, finding it to be unpleasant that a strange woman was inside her house.
"Sir," the woman stood still at a right distance. She had stopped right beside Evelyn and sohow she felt utterly conscious.
Was it her pregnancy hormones or just her insecurities but she felt really and comfortable standing next to that woman. It was as if she had paled a thousand tis more.
"Mikayla," Salvatore acknowledged her presence and placed his phone back into his pocket.
The action seed to hurt Evelyn given that there was so ti when he would do that for her only.
How many tis had it happened before that he would place his phone back into his pocket and take out ti for her?
"Mikayla, go ahead and wear this dress."
Evelyn processed his words before giving them a frown and looked at the both of them. Was he asking a stranger to wear a dress that Evelyn had selected?
The governnt cannot wait and as a phone autopilot imdiately feast for the dress and Sarah, showed her the bathroom.
Marco, who she was surprised to find in the living room, waited at the corner for any command thrown his way.
So even he was here.
Evelyn’s eyes moved to Salvatore and she was ready to question him but it remained on the tip of her tongue. She did not want to overstep boundaries.
She did not want any more instructions that had been placed on her already.
If she was free to be able to go back whenever she wanted, Salvatore could take it away with a snap of his finger.
So she swallowed the question down and waited patiently. The woman was taking an awful long ti.
"Evelyn," he muttered, "can you get the erald diamond necklace you have?"
The erald diamond?
Thaat necklace for sothing she had received from him like many others at the ti that she had gotten married to him.
He had left her the finest jewelry and closed and the erald necklace was one of those.
"Yes." She was not in a position to decline which is why Evelyn, without asking any question, moved up the stairs and into her room where his staff had already unpacked.
She reached into the safe where her jewelry was kept and pulled out the erald necklace along with its earrings before locking the safe shirt and walking out of her room.
Her necklace that had been given to her by him. Why was he asking for it especially after he had told another woman to wear a dress that she had chosen?
"Here," she stepped closer to him, who was sitting on the couch like he owned the entire world.
Which was probably true.
Just as her foot stepped into his line of sight, his eyes snapped up from his phone and onto her food freezing her on the spot.
He snapped his fingers and pointed to the table.
Evelyn got the point he was making. He did not want to take it from her.
She nodded and did as told. She placed the velvet coverbox on the table where he had pointed before moving away and standing at the sa spot where she had stood before leaving the room.
It was then the woman arrived from the bathroom with the dress on her. It suited her more than it would ever suit Evelyn and it was sothing that pinched her heart.
The hourglass figure and that brazilian booty, god that woman was a walking model from the cover page of a magazine.
It was sothing that went well with her husband.
She watched as he picked up the box and picked up the necklace before nudging Mikayla close with his fingers.
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