|Casmira's POV|
"Here's your coffee," Emily states the moment we step out of the elevator, handing me the cup and adds, "get one for yourself." She adds to Draven and I chuckle at her obvious disdain for my assistant turned fiancé.
"I am not much of a coffee drinker." He says with a shrug and I look back at him with a gape.
"Don't tell me you like tea..." I mutter, offended at the fact that I had not realised this small fact about him in the three months that he has been my assistant.
He chuckles, giving me one of his cheeky grins, "as a matter of fact, I do like tea. Assamese, if we're being specific." His smirk widens when he sees the judgemental expression on my face and I shake my head.
"I'm marrying a snob." I grumble under my breath and he chuckles under his as we make our
