ALESSIA'S POV:
Damnit. I forced a smile at the maid as she glanced at me.
Why the hell did he choose to return earlier than usual today? Of all days... just when I’d decided to carry out the plan.
And dinner now? Did he catch wind of something? My palms sweated as we reached the door.
"Thank you," I muttered as she opened the door and walked in.
He stared at me as I walked forward and sat down.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "Why?"
"Nothing," he scoffed, staring at me for a few more seconds before he turned to his plate.
"You arrived earlier today," I said, glancing at him as I picked the spoon.
"I don't see how that concerns you." He looked at me. "Are you worried about me?"
"Is it wrong to be worried about you?" I mused. As if.
"You're not," he murmured. "I
