"Donna Sylvia is waiting in the morning room," Elena said.
Mara was sitting at the small dining table in her quarters. There was a cold cup of espresso sitting untouched beside the Castellano shipping manifests she had been pretending to read for the past two hours.
In truth, she hadn't slept a single minute since Nico walked out her front door.
Slowly, she closed the file and looked up at the housekeeper. "Did we have a meeting scheduled?"
"No, Regent," Elena replied, her hands folded neatly in front of her dark skirt. "She arrived three minutes ago. Her security is waiting by the front gates."
"Did she ask for Nico?"
"She asked for you," Elena said. "Specifically and exclusively."
Mara stood up, smoothing the front of her trousers. "Tell her I will be there in one minute."
Mara walked down the hallway toward the morning room. Located in the east wing, it was a space Don Gio had rarely used, featuring tall windows that overlooked the rose gardens.
