Ofelia’s POV
I went up to my room after the conversation in the garden and changed quickly. My hands shook as I picked out my best professional outfit: a simple black pencil skirt, a white blouse, and the only pair of heels I still owned. I stared at myself in the mirror.
This was really happening. I was going to work for Damien. My one-night stand. My stepfather. The man who acted like I was nothing to him.
Victoria was waiting downstairs, practically bouncing with excitement. “This is wonderful, Ofelia! Damien helping you like this—it shows what a good man he is. You two will get along great. I just know it.”
I forced a big smile while my stomach twisted in panic. “Yeah… great, Mom.”
She hugged me tight and kept talking about how perfect everything was turning out. I nodded along,
