°•Three months later•°

"Matteo, don't bother preparing breakfast for me today. I'm getting late." I quickly instruct him and grab my Gucci bag.

"I'll prepare something within five minutes." Matteo insists, appearing in front of me.

"I don't have a minute to waste. I overslept." I frame my face through my straight hairs on both of my shoulders.

"Mom would get another reason to bug me." I whisper to myself.

"I'm leaving. Do not forget to properly lock the doors if you go out for daily grocery shopping." I say and rush out.

My month as an intern is almost over at the office. Today I'll get some real tasks...