Chapter 7 - The Name They Wanted Erased
Luca stared at the name written across Lily's schoolwork.
Lily Hart.
Five times.
Each letter was carefully formed, as though his daughter had been practicing for an important test.
“Princess,” he said gently, “who told you to write this?”
Lily kept her eyes lowered.
“Grandma.”
“When?”
“Yesterday. When she called.”
Luca glanced at me.
I remembered Lily sitting near the upstairs window while Vanessa held the telephone for her.
She'd looked troubled afterward.
I'd asked what was wrong.
She'd only said, “I have to learn something new.”
Now I understood.
“Why did Grandma want you to change your name?” Luca asked.
“She said people would leave me alone if I wasn't a Moretti.”
Luca's expression tightened.
He knew better than anyone that his name carried a reputation.
But hearing his daughter speak about it like something shameful wounded him.
“Lily, look at me.”
She raised her eyes.
“You don't have to stop being a Moretti.”
“But Grandma said—”
“Grandma doesn't get to decide that.”
“What if people don't like our name?”
Luca took her small hand.
“Then they can get to know you instead.”
Lily considered that.
“Can I still put Moretti on my homework?”
“Please do.”
She gave him a small smile.
I watched Mrs. Ortiz quietly excuse herself to give them privacy.
When Luca turned toward me, I could see how exhausted he was.
“I didn't know any of this was happening.”
I wanted to comfort him.
But something about the previous evening had changed me.
I couldn't keep protecting adults from truths children were forced to live with.
“Mr. Moretti,” I said, “sometimes Lily tried to tell you things.”
He looked at me.
“What things?”
“She wanted you to know when she had a bad day. Or when Vanessa said something hurtful.”
“Why didn't she?”
“Because she was afraid of making trouble.”
He stared at the floor.
“And I helped teach her that,” I admitted.
Luca looked up.
“What do you mean?”
“When you were busy, I told her we'd talk to you later. Sometimes later never came.”
My throat tightened.
“I thought I was protecting her from disappointment.”
Luca shook his head.
“You were doing what everyone around here was told to do.”
“That doesn't make it right.”
“No,” he said. “It doesn't.”
His answer surprised me.
I had expected anger.
Instead, he seemed determined to hear things he'd previously avoided.
That afternoon, we returned to the mansion.
Lily immediately went upstairs to check her bedroom.
I followed.
Her yellow curtains were still hanging.
Her stuffed animals remained on the bed.
But several framed photographs had been removed from her dresser.
A large cardboard box stood beside the closet.
Inside were her old storybooks, birthday decorations, and a knitted blanket Elena had made.
Lily stared into the box.
“Why is my stuff in here?”
I didn't know what to say.
Then she saw the small wooden plaque from her door.
LILY'S ROOM.
It had been wrapped in newspaper.
She picked it up.
“Does Daddy still want me here?”
I knelt beside her.
“Of course he does.”
“Then why did somebody take my name off?”
I hugged her.
“Because someone made a decision they weren't allowed to make.”
Downstairs, Luca confronted Vanessa.
I could hear their voices from the hallway.
“You ordered her bedroom emptied?”
Vanessa answered sharply.
“I ordered it prepared for guests after the wedding.”
“Guests?”
“We were going to renovate the upstairs rooms.”
“My daughter's bedroom is not a guest suite.”
“She would have been living with Eleanor.”
“Because you decided she should!”
There was a long silence.
Then Vanessa spoke more quietly.
“Do you know what happened when my father remarried?”
Luca didn't answer.
“I was ten. My stepmother said the house felt crowded. My father sent me to stay with an aunt for the summer.”
Her voice trembled.
“That summer lasted three years.”
Luca looked at her.
“I didn't know that.”
“Of course you didn't. People don't talk about those things at dinner parties.”
For the first time, I heard something beneath Vanessa's anger that sounded like genuine pain.
She continued.
“Everyone said it was better for me. Less tension. Less fighting. I eventually got used to it.”
Luca's voice softened.
“Vanessa, that was cruel.”
She gave a bitter laugh.
“It was practical.”
“No. You learned to call it practical because nobody came to get you.”
She went silent.
Luca stepped closer.
“You knew exactly how it felt. And you were preparing to do the same thing to Lily.”
Vanessa's eyes filled.
“I wanted one part of this life that belonged to me.”
“I'm not something you have to win from my daughter.”
Her face changed.
For one moment, I thought she might finally understand.
Then she said, “You were never going to choose me.”
Luca answered without hesitation.
“I was never going to choose against my child.”
I stepped away before they noticed me listening.
In the service hallway, Mrs. Carter was supervising two younger housemaids who were moving boxes.
She looked uncomfortable when she saw me.
“Sophie,” she said, “I need to speak with you.”
“What is it?”
She glanced toward the others.
“Privately.”
We entered the small staff office.
Mrs. Carter closed the door.
“I owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
She looked down.
“Vanessa gave me instructions concerning your employment.”
My stomach tightened.
“What instructions?”
“She said after Lily left, there wouldn't be a need for a full-time housemaid assigned to her.”
I stared at her.
“But I do other work here.”
“I know.”
“Did you tell her that?”
Mrs. Carter's eyes filled.
“I should have.”
She opened the supply closet.
Inside stood a plain gray suitcase.
My coat was folded over the handle.
My shoes were underneath.
And tied to the suitcase was a luggage tag bearing my name.
I recognized Vanessa's handwriting immediately.
Mrs. Carter began crying.
“She told me to have it ready by Monday.”
I looked at the little bracelet on my wrist.
Lily's plastic beads.
The gift she'd made because she believed I belonged in her life.
Then I looked at the suitcase.
May you like
And understood something even worse than what Vanessa had planned for Lily.
She had arranged for the little girl to lose both of us.
