Chapter 10 - The Person Lily Couldn't Lose
Lily's question caught me completely off guard.
“If Daddy can take care of me now, does that mean you have to leave?”
I crouched beside her chair.
“Oh, sweetheart. Why would you think that?”
She looked at my bracelet.
“Miss Vanessa said you were only here because Daddy paid you.”
My chest tightened.
“And when I went to Grandma's, you wouldn't have a job anymore.”
I glanced across the dining room.
Luca had heard her.
He slowly put down the serving dish.
“Sophie isn't being sent anywhere,” he said.
Lily's eyes filled.
“Promise?”
Luca came closer.
“Let's talk about something important, princess.”
He sat beside us.
“Sophie works here because she chooses to. She's a person with her own life, just like you and me.”
Lily looked confused.
“But she likes me.”
I smiled.
“I love you, honey.”
She wrapped both arms around my neck.
“Then can you stay forever?”
I held her tightly.
I wanted to say yes.
More than anything.
But I'd learned something watching Vanessa make promises about other people's lives.
Love wasn't permission to decide their future.
“I don't have plans to leave right now,” I told her. “And if anything changes, we'll talk about it together.”
Lily considered that.
“No surprises?”
“No surprises.”
Luca nodded.
“That's how we're doing things from now on.”
Later that evening, Mrs. Carter found me folding laundry in the upstairs sitting room.
She carried my gray suitcase.
Empty.
“I thought you might want this back.”
I looked at it.
For several days, I hadn't wanted to touch it.
Mrs. Carter set it beside the door.
“I've apologized to Mr. Moretti. But I owe you more than an apology.”
I waited.
“I let Vanessa frighten me into forgetting what my job was supposed to be.”
“Taking care of this family?”
“Taking care of people. Not protecting myself from being dismissed.”
I studied her tired face.
She'd worked at the mansion for twenty-two years.
Vanessa had known exactly how to use that fear.
“Mrs. Carter, I was frightened too.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
I took the suitcase.
“Then let's make sure neither of us stays quiet next time.”
She squeezed my hand.
The following morning, Luca asked to speak with me privately.
We sat at the breakfast table while Lily helped Mrs. Carter make toast.
“I want to discuss your position,” he said.
My stomach tightened.
He noticed.
“Not because you're being dismissed.”
I laughed nervously.
“That's good to hear.”
He smiled.
Then grew serious.
“You've done more for Lily than anyone should have expected from your job.”
“I love her.”
“I know. But you deserve to have a life beyond looking after my daughter.”
His words surprised me.
For months, I'd been considering taking evening classes in child development.
Before working at the mansion, I'd wanted to become a classroom aide.
Eventually, I hoped to work with children who were struggling with grief or changes at home.
But the mansion provided steady income.
And Lily needed me.
“I've been thinking about going back to school,” I admitted.
Luca leaned forward.
“Why haven't you?”
“I wasn't sure I could manage the schedule.”
“Let's see whether we can work it out.”
I shook my head.
“Mr. Moretti, I don't want special treatment.”
“Then we won't call it that. We'll call it making sure you have the same right to a future that everyone else does.”
For once, I didn't know how to answer.
That evening, I told Lily about my classes.
She listened carefully.
“Like my school?”
“A little.”
“Do you get homework?”
“Probably.”
She brightened.
“I can help.”
I smiled.
“I think I might need that.”
For the next few days, things began settling into a routine.
Luca walked Lily to school twice.
He attended her parent conference.
He even sat on her bedroom floor while she explained a science project involving paper planets.
I watched their relationship begin repairing itself.
Not through grand speeches.
Through ordinary afternoons.
But the world outside the mansion hadn't forgotten the engagement dinner.
Thirty guests had seen Lily humiliated.
Some had talked afterward.
And somewhere along the way, the story changed.
By Thursday, parents at Lily's school were whispering that Luca had planned to send his daughter away.
One woman claimed Eleanor had already been given custody.
Another said Vanessa had canceled the wedding because Lily refused to behave.
None of it was true.
But children heard the conversations adults thought they were having privately.
When I arrived to collect Lily after school, I found her standing beside the playground fence.
Her teddy bear was tucked beneath one arm.
A boy from her class stood several feet away.
“Did your dad really give you away?” he asked.
Lily's face turned red.
“No.”
“My mom said you were moving.”
“I'm not.”
“Then why did you have a suitcase?”
I hurried toward them.
“Lily, sweetheart.”
She turned.
Her eyes filled when she saw me.
The boy looked embarrassed and walked away.
I knelt.
“What happened?”
“Everybody thinks Daddy didn't want me.”
I hugged her.
“That's not true.”
“I know.”
She pulled back.
“But they don't.”
That evening, Luca found us in the kitchen.
Lily had barely touched her dinner.
He sat beside her and asked what was wrong.
She told him about the playground.
His expression darkened.
For a moment, I saw the powerful man other people feared.
The man who could make a single telephone call and have uncomfortable conversations silenced.
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But then Lily asked him something that stopped him.
“Daddy, if everybody believes you gave me away, how can I make them believe you didn't?”
