“After breakfast, get ready and dress up just casually. We're going somewhere,” Fabio instructed me while we were in the middle of our meal days after Monique's birthday, and we talked and were okay again.
“Where are we going?” I asked curiously.
He just smiled. “You’ll know later. For now, let's finish our food first.”
I smiled, too, and just nodded.
Actually, since that night that they surprised me with the birthday party celebration, and Fabio and I talked and settled our misunderstanding, he came back again to his usual routine of waking up and preparing early in the morning for my breakfast meals. He was back to serving me like a princess, and he seemed to enjoy what he was doing.
Everyday, it was consistent, and he didn't even look like he got tired or lazy on any day. He seemed
