Viviana POV
As soon as Gia and I finish shopping, we head back to the SUV with the men at a close distance behind us. "I didn't know you got married. I wasn't even invited," she teases. I roll my eyes and groan. "Don't start Gia. I was just helping him out. Honestly, I can't believe he didn't take Italian Barbie up on her offer. She was gorgeous." Even saying it out loud has a sick feeling in the pit of stomach forming. "I don't think she is his type," Gia says, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Gorgeous with a tiny waist and big boobs is every man's type." "Bullsh*t my husband loves my curves. He wouldn't want me to lose a pound. Besides, of the three of us, you have the tinier waist. You are like a tiny pixie," she says, just as we reach the SUV. Gia slides in first. I'm just about to
