A wealthy man falls for a woman he has never seen, unaware that the mysterious stranger he can't stop thinking about is actually the maid working in his own home. As their two worlds collide under one roof, she must hide who she really is while he searches for the woman who captured his heart.
Tamira's name had been called. The second she heard Mika was looking for her, she rushed over at once. I'm Tamira. I'm Tamira. What is it? Marco gave her a once-over, and his tone turned a little more polite.
The main house needed a personal maid. Mr. Villani wanted you over there. Tamira froze for a second. Me?
Then suddenly raised her voice. Mr. Villani wanted me to work by his side? He told you that himself? Marco's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, but he smiled and nodded.
That's right. Get your things and come with me. Tamira covered her mouth. She couldn't hide how thrilled she was. Marco, I don't really have anything to pack.
I can go now. Tamira pressed her lips together in a smile. Then deliberately came around to my side. She looked perfectly innocent.
Alice, move. The Don wanted me upstairs. You keep working hard down here, okay? Ten years.
Maybe in ten years you'll finally make it upstairs to scrub his bathroom. Then again, if you had a face like mine, or a body like this, maybe you could do it in eight. I swallowed the humiliation and quietly stepped aside.
The second Tamara left, the servants' quarters blew up. Oh my god, was the new girl seriously about to become the next Mrs. Valenti? Even if she didn't end up as his wife, being the Don's girl for a while would still be worth it.
Did you see how into her he was? He had her moved straight to the main house.