Vanessa quickly picked up her Jacket that was lying crumpled on the bed and wrapped it around her body. She glanced at her daughter Emily and she still had that innocent look on her face, not understanding anything that was going on.
She frowned deeply at her before taking her tablet from her, Riccardo was still on the phone.
"Good evening." He greeted politely, adjusting his phone in his hands.
"Evening, you wanted to speak with me?" Vanessa asked, shifting from one foot to another.
"Yes, How are you doing?" He asked, his face not giving anything away.
"I'm great." Vanessa replied, grateful that he wasn't saying anything about her earlier outfit, she'd have been more embrassed than she already was.
Did he actually see what she wore? She asked herself inwardly. Or was she just thinki
