ARIA
Sunlight streamed into the room through dark curtains, hitting my face. I winced and buried my face into the pillows.
“It’s time to wake up, Aria.”
I frowned at the sound of the voice. It was light and high-pitched. It wasn’t Maximo.
My eyes snapped open to reveal Maria pulling the curtains open.
“What are you doing?” My voice was groggy and husky from sleep.
Maria turned to me, running a hand down the front of her maid uniform.
“I was given specific instructions to wake you up for breakfast if you slept past 10 am,” she replied.
I didn’t need to ask who gave the instructions or why. Instead, I felt a flutter in my stomach at his thoughtfulness.
Maximo and thoughtful in the same sentence. Who would have thought?
With a sleepy groan, I threw my legs out of bed.
“What’s
