{Naomi POV}
I walked down the hallway to the kitchen, lost in thoughts of Enzo’s sudden reaction about letting me move around the Vitale mansion. It still felt strange, almost like being on a leash but with a longer rope. At least it was better than staying locked in the room all day.
I placed the tray against the marble counter. The maid in the kitchen rushed over to collect it, her eyes flicking to the untouched cup. She looked at me with a worried expression.
“Is something wrong with the coffee, ma’am?”
“No. Enzo didn’t take it,” I answered.
Her eyes widened, and she let out a shaky breath like she’d just escaped a death sentence. “Ma’am, Enzo doesn’t take coffee because he’s allergic to it. The last time a maid served him coffee, she lost her job, and Enzo almost had her arrested.
