The next day, Reesa woke up well before the sun. Her inability to get back to sleep led first to a bubble bath, then the donning of a sweater dress Hazel had gotten her for her last birthday. She'd just finished putting her curls into a chignon when she heard a patterned knock. Thinking it might be Harper, whose suite was across the hall, she sprinted to open the door.
“Buongiorno, mitica," Myko said. A steaming, sweet-smelling teacup of what looked like hot chocolate was in his hands.
“Good morning," Reesa replied. A swift cringe followed as she'd caught herself speaking in a new and higher octave, but then she rationalized that it wasn't completely her fault.
Myko's black overcoat, suit, turtleneck, and Chelsea boots made it so that the parts of him that weren't covered drew notice. T
