Were he not preoccupied by the fluidity of Sofia’s bottom, Paolo might have noticed the electric blue clutch bag in her right hand swinging by her side. But even if he had, he wouldn’t have seen what she was determined that everyone else in the restaurant would, the enormous sparkler on her finger. But clutching the bag ensured that it was hidden from Paolo’s view.
As she reached the upstairs room, her hand and bag moved up in front of her, just beneath her breasts, for the sashay to their table.
Everyone there was going to see that diamond ring.