Catherine’s POV
The next morning, I was roused up by the incessant ringing of the doorbell.
Groaning, I grabbed my second pillow and pressed it against my head as I borrowed myself into the bed.
However, that did little to stop the annoying sound from drifting into my ears and irking the f**k out of me.
Muttering incoherently, I slipped my feet into my fluffy paid of indoor slippers and headed out of my room.
Before going to answer the door, I made a quick stop at the twins' room to see if the noise had also woken them, and thankfully, they were still sleeping peacefully.
Afterward, I jogged downstairs to answer the door.
A frown of confusion creased my face upon seeing Alessandro's assistant, Marco.
“Good morning, Ma'am Catherine,” He greeted. “It's been a while.”
“Yeah, it has,
