Thankfully, Gianna had calmed down enough when we headed downstairs for breakfast. Mirella was chirping away in her happy world, and the aroma of fresh coffee did wonders to lift my mood.
“I like her,” Gianna smiled.
“She is very reliable,” I agreed.
“You have no problem taking her help,” she muttered, and there was something about her tone.
Wait…was she jealous of my housekeeper?
“I don’t know how to cook…” I answered, slightly amused. “Or the other stuff she helps me out with.”
“Ah, so something you don’t know then.” I fought the smirk that threatened as she gave me a look before scampering ahead, greeting Mirella with a bright smile who seemed all too pleased to see her until her eyes fell on me.
"Oh mio Dio!” she exclaimed, rushing over to me. “What happened to you?”
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