(Vianna May and Diego) Chapter 16

My eyes fell on our clasped hands—mine and Diego's.

“I’ll do the laundry! Your soft hands might get scratched,” he blurted, hastily stuffing the towel into his pocket.

I shook my head with a faint smile. “Suit yourself,” I muttered as I opened the door.

“Thanks, Diego,” I added softly before shutting it behind me and running toward the shop.

The rain poured relentlessly. I glanced back—Diego’s car was still in the same spot.

“Rainy morning, Vianna May!” Damian called out cheerfully.

“Good morning, Damian,” I replied with a smile. “Any updates about Gino?” I asked as I closed my umbrella and placed it on the stand.

“Still nothing. I’m getting worried about that kid.”

“Don’t stress too much.” Gently patting his shoulder.

“Good morning,” came a sweet voice behind us. We turned at the same time.

“Roselyn, good morning,” I said, returning her smile. “Damian, this is Roselyn—our new workmate.”

“Hello, Damian,” Roselyn greeted politely.

“We’ll head inside now,” I said. “Come on, Roselyn. I’l