Diego's POV

I waited until 8:30 AM before I knocked on her door. She opened it almost immediately, mouth parted in eager surprise, before her gaze dipped down to the mug of coffee I was holding.

“You’ve come bearing gifts,” Carlotta observed, smiling shyly.

“I’ve come to say good morning.” I handed her the mug.

It was her faspyite one. A white one with gold rimming that said “Boss Babe” in big bold pink letters. It had been a gift from one of the maids when we threw a small ...