Abby
I’ll be the first one to admit it, I am not a morning person. When I lived back home, I enjoyed working when everyone else was asleep. I had the whole house to myself and did not have to worry about bumping into my cousin Maximiliano. What that also meant is that I got to sleep in. Well, those days are gone.
Not only am I f*******n to work, but because of my injury, I am bound to my room. I watched home improvement shows and some cooking competitions until the early hours this morning. So, when I was forcefully awoken to join the Russo family for breakfast, I almost threw my pillow at the poor maid, Cleo.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty. I take it that you are not a morning person.” Ahh, way too early to deal with people, especially the ornery Christian. All I manage to respond is
