MARCELLA'S POV

My gaze kept wandering from the glossy magazine. I stared blankly at the pages and heightened my senses dwelling on the little scene on the terrace.

“Coffee!” Andrea's voice disrupted my attention from the terrace. My head snapped the maid and my gaze narrowed her way.

When I noticed the mug she was offering me tea in, I relaxed a bit and when the tea was served, I dismissed her instantly.

She bowed and in seconds, the lowly maid was out of my vision.

I chose to look at the only appealing sight a few distance away from me and that was of Ximena looking as nervous before...