KIRA’S POV
“Mrs Vasillos?” Someone called out, knocking on my door. I groaned, pulling the duvet higher to my chin. The knocking stopped and I sighed in relief, closing my eyes.
“Mrs Vasillos!” The voice called out again.
For f**k’s sake! It’s Saturday! Can’t I get a f*****g break?
I reluctantly sat up and rubbed my eyes, “Just a sec!” I groaned and got up, grabbing my robe from the nightstand and wrapping it around me. I yanked the door open to see Romano standing in front of the door.
“Yes?” I asked, annoyed.
“Your stylist is here, the Don wants you downstairs in ten minutes,” he said, before walking away.
I stood there with the door open, confused. What stylist?
I shut the door and sighed in anger; I wanted to sleep in today. After the talk with Adrian yesterday, I was up all ni
