Alessandro's Pov
Lorenzo’s eyes flicked between us, his smirk returning. “Well, well. So this is the infamous maid.”
Amelia glanced at him briefly, her expression unreadable. “Would you like me to pour, or shall I leave the tray?”
“Pour,” Lorenzo said cheerfully, clearly enjoying himself.
She settled the tray carefully on the desk. I watched how her fingers trembled as she poured the drinks.
“Thank you, Amelia,” I said, my voice soft.
She nodded, retreating quickly toward the door.
“Wait,” Lorenzo said, stopping her in her tracks.
She turned, her eyes meeting his for the first time.
“You’ve got a name for the boss yet?” he asked, his tone teasing. “Like ‘His Highness’ or ‘Your Majesty’?”
I gave Lorenzo a death glare and he wiggled his eyebrows in return.
Amelia blinked, clear
