Capítulo 23: Curse Of The Selvaggios.

Emerging from the tiled bathroom, Bianca was a vision in a cloud of steam and a whisper of jasmine perfume. A fiery bellow of Valentina's voice, echoing from downstairs, shattered the tranquility. A sly smile played on Bianca's lips. 'That's definitely not Ariana, that's for sure, I wonder who it could be,' she thought with a hint of amusement as she approached the wardrobe 

She opened the vast wardrobe before her, a treasure trove overflowing with silks and satins fit for a Cinecittà starlet. These weren't the dowdy frocks of a provincial housewife. Frowning in delightful bewilderment, Bianca ran her fingers across the fabrics, each whispering promises of elegance and intrigue. "Mamma mia!" she breathed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "These are simply divine – each a masterpiece! And obviously my taste."