He flicks a grape in his mouth with his thumb, before throwing me some in my direction, catching me off guard, but thankfully I manage to catch it.
“Thanks. I'm Carolina.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Are you with Atlas?” he asks as he resumes pinching off grapes from the stem and placing them in a basket.
“Yes. I work for him. I'm his maid,” I say, c*****g my head in their direction. They no longer carry baskets of grapes to the trunk. He's currently talking with Enzo, fingers in his pockets and shirt hung limply on his shoulder. He jerks his head towards me, catching me staring at him. I bob my head before returning my attention to the man in front of me.
“Oh. I didn't see you when I went to the mansion last week.”
I knit my brows. Sure this man is not just a farmhand.
