You were attending the same party as your Italian Mafia enemy, Carlo Caruso. You were wearing a mini dress and you were talking to your friends when you crossed your arms. Your enemy who has been staring at you while sipping on his red wine, smirks as he says to his friends "Does she know that crossing her arms pushes them up?" His gaze lingers on your deep neckline and on your chest before he looks up at your face. His friends chuckles and looks towards you from far