Chapter 2
“When Margaret's daughter asked whether her own mother was ashamed of her, why didn't you tell that girl the truth?”
Luca’s voice echoed through the massive dining room.
Twenty-eight wealthy guests stared at Vanessa. Her perfect, diamond-studded exterior finally cracked. Her throat shifted, swallowing hard against the heavy silence.
“Because,” Vanessa snapped, her voice trembling with sudden venom, “she needed to learn how the world works, Luca. People like Margaret don't get fairy-tale endings. They get paychecks.”
The cruelty of the words stole the air from my lungs.
I clutched the crushed white rosebuds against my chest. The broken petals felt damp against my palms.
Luca didn't shout. He didn't raise his hand. He simply reached into his tailored suit jacket, pulled out the velvet box containing Vanessa’s three-carat engagement ring, and dropped it into his half-empty champagne glass.
It sank to the bottom with a heavy clink.
“Get out of my house,” Luca said quietly.
Vanessa gasped, her face flushing crimson. “You’re ruining our engagement over a maid?”
“I’m canceling a mistake,” he replied, his eyes entirely dead. He turned to his head of security. “Daniel. Take Margaret to the car. Now.”
Daniel, a towering man with a scarred jaw, immediately stepped forward. “This way, Mrs. Ellis.”
I didn't look back. I practically ran down the service hallway, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I threw open my locker, stripping off my black apron with shaking hands.
I grabbed my pale-blue dress from its hanger. I didn't even have time to change. I just threw the dress over my arm, grabbed my purse, and hurried out to the gravel driveway.
Daniel was already holding the door of a sleek black SUV.
“Get in,” he ordered.
The tires kicked up gravel as we tore through the estate gates. I stared at the dashboard clock.
7:48 PM.
The community hall was a twenty-five-minute drive. The dance was at 8:15 PM.
“Please,” I whispered, staring blindly at the passing streetlights. “Please, God, don't let me be too late.”
Daniel glanced at me in the rearview mirror. His hardened face softened slightly. “Mr. Moretti doesn't tolerate cruelty, Margaret. Not since his own sister was lied to on her wedding day.”
I looked up, stunned. That was an answer I hadn't expected. Luca had a sister?
But before I could ask, my phone buzzed in my purse.
It was a text from a number I didn't recognize.
My hands shook as I opened it. It was a photograph.
My breath caught in my throat.
It was a picture of Sophie, standing at the altar. But she wasn't smiling. Her makeup was ruined by tears, and standing beside her, holding her hand, wasn't David, her fiancé.
It was Arthur.
My late husband’s estranged brother. The man who had blamed me for Thomas’s death, claiming I’d forced Thomas to work too many shifts to pay our mortgage.
Underneath the photo was a message:Your daughter realized who her real family is.
I dropped the phone.
Who sent this? How did Arthur even know where the wedding was? I had specifically kept it a secret from him to protect Sophie from his bitterness.
“Margaret?” Daniel asked sharply, hearing my choked sob. “What is it?”
I couldn't speak. I looked out the windshield as Daniel whipped the SUV around a corner, the tires squealing.
The community hall came into view. The parking lot was full. The warm yellow lights glowed through the windows.
It was 8:09 PM.
I scrambled out of the car before Daniel even put it in park. I ran toward the heavy oak doors, clutching my blue dress and the crushed corsage.
I threw the doors open.
The music was playing. The lights were dimmed.
But as I stepped into the room, the music abruptly scratched to a halt.
A hundred and fifty guests turned to look at me. I was still wearing my black maid's uniform, out of breath, my hair a mess.
And standing in the center of the dance floor was Sophie.
She stared at me. Her beautiful face was pale.
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But she didn't run to me. She didn't reach out her arms.
Instead, she stepped backward, hiding behind Arthur, and in her trembling hands, she was holding the silver pearl earrings Teresa Moretti had given me that morning.
