Seraphina crossed her arms and glared at him. “Oh my god! Vincenzo… you should just stay in your presidential suite. Why are you insisting on staying here like some ordinary tourist?”
He tilted his head, pretending to think seriously. “Hmm… maybe you’re right, baby. But give me a minute. I’ll be back soon. You go join your friends.”
Before she could reply, he sprinted away. It happened so quickly that Seraphina just stood there blinking. 'What on earth is this man up to now?' she thought.
Within ten minutes, he returned. The loud sound of an engine turned every head. A massive, gleaming luxury vanity van rolled into the campsite, and when the door swung open, Vincenzo stepped out like a king arriving on his throne.
“Hi, girls!” he shouted, his deep voice booming with amusement.
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