Vivian’s POV:
For some reason, Mauricio is staring at me as if I’m the evilest person in the world.
“Here,” I said, handing Mauricio two pancakes that I made earlier. With Amoli and me being hired as basic maids, the private chefs wouldn’t drop by.
I flinched when he stabbed his pancake with a fork.
Mauricio didn’t even blink as he drowned the pancakes with syrup.
I can somehow imagine him drowning me in water like those poor treats.
This is probably the longest time I’ve ever made eye contact with him.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
His eyes narrowed, “Just dandy,” he hissed, backing away toward the island. He settles his plate beside Jack and Matt, then pulls out his chair in an excruciatingly irritating manner.
“What the f**k is up with you?” Matt asked.
“God finally ble
