Ginevra
I let the heavy door close behind me and slip out of my heels with a sigh.
As I’m on my way to set down the donuts I bought in Ruggerio’s kitchen, I freeze as I spot a woman standing in the living room by the windows.
She still hasn’t turned fully to look at me but is looking over her shoulder, eying me up.
Fuck.
Her white hair is cut short, and her grayish eyes are boring into mine. Even if her face is quite expressionless, I can see she is kind of intrigued.
“Are you the girl Ruggerio has been trying to hide from us?”
Double f**k.
“Oh, no, Ma’am. I’m Cassy. I’m the cleaning lady.”
My panic is fully controlling my body as I lift my arms to show her her grandson’s favorite treat.
“Would Madam also want something? I can gladly cook something.”
Hopefully, she won’t take
