(Anastasia’s Point of View)
I was beginning to think everything and everyone was pushing me to Enzo and I didn’t know if I was ready to accept that fact as I stood in front of his door with a tray of food since he didn’t join the rest of the family for dinner and wished to eat in his bedroom and here I was being his servant.
Why couldn’t they just send someone else, why did it have to be me? Wasn’t there a rule about staying around from the man?
I can survive this. I told myself before knocking on the door and it opened to reveal the man of my dream… literally.
my breath hitched as I met his eyes to find them dancing with something I couldn’t describe. I lowered my head.
“I was sent to bring your dinner, Sir,”
With my head lowered, I could feel his eyes suddenly roamin
