Chapter 2 - THE BRACELET SHE THOUGHT WAS LOST
Vanessa’s perfect, practiced smile completely collapsed.
The heavy silence in the dining room was suddenly deafening. Thirty of the city’s most influential people sat frozen beneath the crystal chandeliers, their eyes darting between the mafia boss, his trembling fiancée, and the sixteen-year-old deaf girl sitting at his right hand.
I stood paralyzed behind my sister’s chair.
My heart hammered so violently against my ribs I thought the guests could hear it. I had worked in this house for two years. I knew how to blend into the wallpaper, how to pour wine without making a sound, how to be invisible.
But right now, Luca Moretti was looking at me.
And he was waiting for an answer.
“Luca, darling,” Vanessa finally stammered, her voice high and breathless. She reached across the white linen tablecloth, trying to touch his hand. “You’re completely misunderstanding the situation. It’s a marketing angle.”
Luca didn’t look at her. He kept his dark eyes locked on me.
“Natalie,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. “Did you know she was going to do this?”
I shook my head, my throat tight. “No, Mr. Moretti. I swear it.”
Mia looked up at me, her brown eyes wide with panic. Her hands fluttered in the space between us.
Are you going to be fired?
Before I could translate, Luca answered her directly, speaking clearly so she could read his lips.
“Nobody is getting fired, Mia. You are perfectly safe.”
Vanessa let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “This is ridiculous! I am trying to build a charitable legacy for this family, Luca. The donors want a tragedy. They want a savior. I simply gave them one.”
“By erasing her family?” Luca’s voice cracked like a whip, echoing off the mahogany walls.
“Her family is barely a family!” Vanessa snapped, losing her temper. “Look at them! A maid and a deaf teenager? Do you know what I had to do to get them to agree to this? The mother signed away the rights to Mia’s story for a miserable paycheck!”
The air left my lungs.
“That is a lie,” I said, stepping forward. My hands were shaking. “My mother would never sell Mia’s dignity. Not for a million dollars.”
Vanessa sneered, her elegant facade completely shattered. “Oh, please. Poor people will do anything when they’re desperate enough. I have the signed consent form right here in my purse.”
She aggressively unclasped her expensive designer clutch.
She began rummaging through it, her manicured nails scraping against the leather. She yanked out a folded piece of heavy parchment paper, waving it like a weapon.
But as she pulled it out, something else caught on the lining of her bag.
It flew into the air, glittering under the chandelier light, and hit the marble floor with a sharp, metallic clink.
It rolled to a stop right at my feet.
The breath was knocked completely out of my chest.
It was a thick, silver bracelet. Woven metal. Tarnished at the edges.
I didn’t need to bend down to know what was engraved on the inside clasp. It was a single word: Sempre. Always.
It was my father’s bracelet.
The one he was wearing the night he disappeared fourteen years ago.
Mia saw it too. She let out a soft, sharp gasp that broke the silence of the room. Her hands flew to her mouth, tears instantly spilling over her eyelashes.
I looked up at Vanessa. The blood roared in my ears.
“Where did you get that?” I whispered.
Vanessa’s face drained of all color. She stared at the bracelet on the floor, her bravado vanishing in an instant. She looked terrified.
Luca saw the shift in the room. He slowly crouched down, his tailored suit shifting, and picked up the silver bracelet. He turned it over in his large, tattooed hands. He read the inscription.
Then he looked at my sister’s tears, and my horrified face.
“Vanessa,” Luca said, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. “Why does Natalie’s family heirloom fall out of your purse?”
Vanessa took a step back, bumping into her chair.
“I… I found it,” she stammered. “At a pawn shop.”
I shook my head. “My father was wearing it the night he died. The police never recovered it.”
Luca’s eyes darkened. He looked down at the piece of paper Vanessa was still clutching in her trembling hand.
“Hand me that release form,” Luca demanded.
“Luca, no, it’s just—”
“Give it to me. Now.”
He snatched the paper from her hand and unfolded it. His eyes scanned the bottom of the page.
I braced myself, waiting for him to tell me my mother had betrayed us.
Instead, Luca froze. A look of absolute betrayal washed over his hardened features. He looked from the paper, to Vanessa, and then to the far end of the table.
“This isn’t Natalie’s mother’s signature,” Luca said quietly.
He threw the paper onto the center of the dining table.
May you like
“It’s yours, Mother.”
Every eye in the room turned to Elena Moretti, who sat perfectly still in the shadows at the end of the table.
