Carla meets Vito (yes, really) in a coffee shop that’s trying too hard to be rustic. He orders an espresso, she spills her latte on his thousand-dollar loafers. Instead of a lawsuit, he offers her a job as his personal assistant. Because of course, in this universe, spilled coffee equals a life-changing career move.
Her first task? Babysit his pet iguana named “Luca Brasi.” I kid you not. The iguana wears a tiny fedora. I paused the story to laugh, then kept watching because I needed to know if the iguana survived. Spoiler: it does, but it develops a taste for her ex-husband’s mail.
This is the kind of plot where you stop asking “why” and just whisper, “Okay, sure, let’s see where this goes.” It’s like trying to explain TikTok to your grandma—you just have to accept the chaos.
