Diana's POV
The smell of eggnog and turkey filled the estate. Maria and I started cooking early in the morning.
Christmas was my favourite holiday. It was a season filled with joy, forgiveness, and giving. Although, I did miss my family, having Rafael's family over made it bearable for me. The thought of Rafael's name made me frown.
He had left in the morning saying he had work to do at the office. Who works on Christmas day. Apparently, workaholics do. I did feel a little disappointed for some really odd reason.
"Diana...are you and Rafael...do you guys hate each other?" Maria asked hesitantly. Small wisps of her brown hair framing her heart-shaped face. Her eyes didn't look at me even once. She looked...guilty. Why?
"We don't". At least I though we didn't." Why do you think that?"
