Adriana's POV

It was late afternoon when I settled down at the dining table, ready to eat lunch so I could take my medication. The chef had prepared some Tostadas and milk for me before heading off to rest.

I was allergic to cheese and milk, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I didn't want her to feel obliged to prepare something else for me. Instead, I covered the tostades and opted for the tomato sandwich that had been made alongside them.

Once I finished eating, I retreated to ...