Misguided Vows

It looks like he bites the inside of his cheek and steps out of the way as a woman comes through the front doors. “Alina.” Maria, the owner of the club bounces out, shocked, as she eyes the bouncer. Maria wanted to go with an old-school mafia vibe, so the space is dark with brown leather couches in the VIP areas. She must be used to women staring at her husband like that, and yet it’s so obvious he’s devoted only to her. From the past to the future, no matter what it brings.