Claire's POV
When I got downstairs that morning Rosita was in the kitchen.
“Good morning Chiquita!” (She never called me Claire) She poured me a coffee and then I watched her put 1.5 sugars in it. That was pretty bold, considering I hadn’t seen her in more than a week and had been putting my 3 sugars in consistently. I accepted the cup, tasted it, then leaned over and fetched the sugar. She smirked at me.
“Tell me about your trip!” I said and sat down, trying not to blush too hard about what she’d walked in on last night.
I spent the next hour listening to her tell me about her relatives, about her holiday. She asked me about our trip.
I told her about the Blue Man Group, I told her I won $5,000.00 on the slot machines, and then she asked me why our wedding had been postponed.
“Azrie
