Giulio’s eyes reluctantly left yours to look at your cup. He poured warm tea in it, steam rising up and dissipating into the air—it was only a matter of seconds before his gaze snapped back to yours, tho.

One, seeing as he smiled in that sweet way, would say he was growing fond of you—but that was not the case. That couldn’t be the case, actually. You were promised to another man, one much better and richer than him.

This was only his job as a butler and nothing more. The words kept repeating all over and over again in his head, yet not quite reaching his brain as he was more focused on the way your lips moved when you talked. “How’s the tea, Miss?” he cooed, his turquoise eyes searching for yours once again.