"Roman didn't tell you anything either?" Zara arched a brow at Patricia, who shook her head silently.
Zara's lips curled into a knowing smirk. At first, she looked genuinely confused, but then she clicked her tongue, as if realizing something obvious. "And then again, it would be awkward if your husband told you about your ex's wedding. He probably kept quiet for your sake." With a shrug, she leaned lazily back into her chair.
Patricia opened her mouth to respond, but a voice cut in.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
Both women turned their heads. A middle-aged woman stood nearby, dressed in a plain maid's uniform with a blue apron tied snugly around her waist. The faint smell of spices lingered on her, a clear sign she had been cooking.
"Oh, Martha, right? I was told some people would be coming to clean the villa today. Is it only you?" Patricia asked, rising to her feet and walking toward her.
