The auction

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 fuck 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,” I stifled the urge to yawn. “Did something happen?”

“Not quite, ma'am,” He responded, before bringing out a gift bag from behind him and outstretching it to me. “Boss asked me to give it to you. My apologie