NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

He sent away Miss Clara!”

“Ah,” Willow said softly. “The nanny. Let me guess. She talked to you like you were a baby.”

Mia’s eyes widened slightly.

Then came the smallest nod.

“I hate that,” Willow said. “People think because you’re small, you don’t understand things. It’s insulting.”

Willow reached into the deep pocket of her apron and pulled out a wrapped continue reading …