Chapter 9 - THE FAMILY WE CHOOSE
Three months later. The autumn sun bathed the Moretti estate in a warm, golden glow, turning the leaves of the massive oak trees lining the driveway into brilliant shades of amber and crimson. I stood on the wide stone terrace overlooking the sprawling back gardens, holding a clipboard and a steaming mug of tea. “The caterers will arrive at four o’clock,” I said into my earpiece, reviewing the schedule. “I want the floral arrangements set up in the conservatory by three. And make sure the security detail at the north gate is doubled; the Mayor is arriving at five.” “Understood, Miss Collins,” the head of security replied crisply through the earpiece. I smiled, checking off the final item on my list. It was Teresa’s eightieth birthday. The entire estate was buzzing with preparation for the massive celebration tonight. But unlike the tense, suffocating engagement party three months ago, the atmosphere today was filled with genuine excitement and joy. I turned around and walked back into the mansion through the French doors. The house looked beautiful. Isabella had spent the last three months redecorating, erasing every trace of Vanessa’s cold, ostentatious taste and replacing it with warm, inviting colors and family photographs. I walked into the main living room. Teresa was sitting in her favorite armchair by the fireplace, a soft blanket draped over her lap, reading a novel. “Everything is on schedule for tonight, Teresa,” I announced, sitting on the sofa across from her. Teresa looked up, her dark eyes twinkling. “You fuss too much, Hannah. It’s just a birthday.” “It’s your eightieth birthday,” I corrected with a grin. “Luca would fire me if I didn't make it perfect.” “Luca wouldn't dare fire you,” a deep voice said from the hallway. Luca walked into the room, dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, looking relaxed and confident. Isabella was right beside him, wearing a stunning emerald green dress that complimented her dark hair perfectly. “He knows I’d make his life miserable if he did,” Isabella laughed, linking her arm through her husband’s. “I’m well aware of who really runs this house,” Luca smirked, walking over and kissing his mother’s cheek. “Happy birthday, Mom.” “Thank you, sweetheart,” Teresa smiled, patting his hand. “Where’s the birthday boy?” Luca asked, looking around. Right on cue, Daniel sprinted into the living room. He was holding a large, brightly wrapped box with a slightly crooked bow on top. “I wrapped it myself!” Daniel announced proudly, holding the box out to his grandmother. “I can see that, my clever boy,” Teresa laughed, accepting the gift. She tore away the wrapping paper and opened the cardboard box. Inside was a beautifully framed photograph. It was a candid shot I had taken of the four of them—Luca, Isabella, Daniel, and Teresa—sitting on the boat at Lake Geneva last month. They were all laughing, the wind in their hair, looking perfectly, blissfully happy. Teresa’s eyes filled with happy tears. She traced her fingers over the glass. “It’s beautiful, Daniel,” Teresa whispered. “Thank you.” Daniel beamed, puffing his chest out proudly. I watched them, a deep, contented warmth spreading through my chest. My own mother was currently upstairs in her guest suite, getting dressed for the party. Thanks to Luca’s generous gift, she had received the best physical therapy in the state. Last week, she had walked through the estate gardens without her cane for the first time in four years. “Hannah,” Isabella called out, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up. Isabella walked over to me, holding a small, flat velvet box. “We have something for you, too,” Isabella said softly. I blinked in surprise. “For me? It’s not my birthday.” “No,” Luca said, stepping up beside his wife. “But today marks exactly three months since you saved our family. We wanted to give you a proper thank you.” Isabella opened the velvet box. Resting inside on a bed of white silk was a delicate, beautifully crafted silver necklace. The pendant was a small, intricately designed shield. “To remind you of your courage,” Isabella smiled, taking the necklace out and gently clasping it around my neck. I looked down at the silver shield resting against my collarbone. It was perfect. “I don't know what to say,” I whispered, overwhelmed by their kindness. “Thank you.” “You don't need to say anything,” Teresa said firmly from her chair. “You just need to wear it. And remember that you are as much a part of this family as anyone else in this room.” I looked at Teresa, then at Daniel, Isabella, and Luca. They weren't just my employers anymore. They were my protectors, my friends, and my home. The doorbell chimed softly in the hallway, signaling the arrival of the first guests for the party. “Duty calls,” I smiled, wiping a happy tear from my eye and straightening my blazer. “Let them wait,” Luca said casually, waving a hand. “The Estate Manager is currently off the clock.” I laughed, a bright, genuine sound that echoed through the warm living room. We spent the next ten minutes sitting together by the fire, ignoring the doorbell, simply enjoying the quiet peace of the home we had all fought so hard to save. The darkness that had threatened to destroy them was a distant memory. The lies were exposed, the toxic ties severed, and the truth had finally set them free. And as I sat there, surrounded by laughter and love, I knew that stepping in front of that window three months ago was the greatest decision I had ever made.
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