Chapter 2 - The Truth About the Silver Bracelet
The silence in the dining room was so absolute I could hear the crystal chandeliers softly clinking above us.
Luca didn't raise his voice.
He didn't yell.
He simply stared at the woman he was supposed to marry in three days.
"Did you tell my mother I was ashamed of her?"
Vanessa’s face lost all its color.
She looked toward the thirty-two wealthy guests, her eyes wide and desperate.
"Luca, please. You’re twisting my words. I only meant that we have a certain image to maintain now."
"An image."
"Yes." She swallowed hard. "You’re the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. People look at us. They judge us. I was just trying to protect you."
Luca slowly stood up.
"Protect me?"
"Yes."
"From the woman who worked night shifts at a bakery so I could afford college?"
Vanessa folded her arms, her red silk gown rustling in the quiet room.
"Teresa doesn't understand our world, Luca. She was wearing that cheap silver bracelet with her gown earlier. It looked ridiculous."
Teresa gasped quietly and covered her left wrist with her right hand.
Luca’s eyes instantly dropped to his mother’s wrist.
The bracelet wasn't there.
"Where is it, Mama?" he asked gently.
Teresa’s chin trembled. "I… I took it off."
"Why?"
She looked down at her lap. "Because it didn't match the engagement theme."
Luca turned back to Vanessa. "Did you tell her to take it off?"
Vanessa lifted her chin. "It’s tin, Luca. It leaves a green mark on her skin. I was saving her from embarrassment."
"That bracelet," Luca said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "was the first gift I ever bought her with my own money. I was twelve. I saved my lunch money for three months to buy it from a pawn shop."
Vanessa froze.
The wealthy guests exchanged uncomfortable glances.
"I didn't know," Vanessa whispered.
"You didn't care to ask," Luca corrected. He turned to me. "Hannah."
My heart hammered against my ribs. "Yes, Mr. Moretti?"
"Where is my mother's bracelet?"
I swallowed. I knew exactly where it was.
"Miss Vanessa asked me to throw it away, sir."
The dining room gasped.
Teresa let out a soft, heartbroken sob.
Luca’s expression didn't change, but his eyes turned completely cold.
"Did you throw it away, Hannah?"
"No, sir." I reached into the pocket of my black apron and pulled out the tarnished silver band. "I kept it safe."
Luca held out his hand.
I walked forward and placed it in his palm.
He didn't look at Vanessa. He knelt beside his mother’s chair and gently clasped the cheap silver metal around her frail wrist.
"It’s beautiful, Mama," he whispered.
Teresa touched his cheek, crying softly. "Thank you, sweetheart."
Luca stood up and finally looked at his fiancée.
"The wedding is off."
Vanessa stumbled back a step. "What?"
"You heard me. Pack your things."
Vanessa’s mother, Mrs. Bellini, suddenly stood up from the table. "Luca, you can't be serious! You’re humiliating my daughter over a piece of trash!"
"That piece of trash," Luca said quietly, "is worth more than your entire family's legacy."
Vanessa’s eyes flashed with sudden, venomous anger. The polite, nervous fiancée vanished.
"Fine!" she snapped, her voice echoing off the walls. "Cancel the wedding! But if you do, your brother goes to prison."
The room went dead silent.
Luca went perfectly still. "What did you just say?"
Vanessa reached into her designer clutch and pulled out a small, heavy object, slamming it onto the linen tablecloth.
It was a man’s platinum watch.
Engraved with the initials M.M.
May you like
Michael Moretti.
"Your brother didn't miss this dinner because of a delayed flight, Luca," Vanessa smiled coldly. "He missed it because he’s hiding. And I’m the only one who knows what he did."
