ALESSIA
I grabbed my car keys, my heart pounding wildly at the risk I was about to take.
I quietly opened the door and stepped out. The maids were busy arranging dinner on the table downstairs. My heart skipped—that meant that Liam would be coming down to eat any minute.
I swallowed hard, straightened my shoulders, and frowned as I descended the staircase.
Thankfully, the maids were too occupied to notice me; I increased my pace.
"Alessia, where are you going?” Zoe’s voice cut through the air.
My heart dropped. I turned to face her. She was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of food, casually eating from it.
I noticed she hadn’t worn her maid uniform since the day I saw her in my dress.
Did Liam permit that? Either way, why should I care?
A soft scoff escaped me as I folded m
