Naomi POV
Finally.
It.
Has.
Arrived.
The day I have been anticipating for weeks now.
The day of the Aaron family charity gala which was strictly by invitation, so I heard, and definitely out of bounds for paparazzi and regular people.
But now someone like me gets to attend and even be held in high esteem.
I stand in front of the mirror in our bedroom. Mary is behind me, zipping up my dress.
It is dark blue. Long sleeves. A slit up the side. Elegant. Simple.
“You look beautiful, child.”
“I feel like a fraud.”
“Why?”
“Because I am just a nanny. Playing dress‑up.”
Mary turns me around. She holds my shoulders.
“You are not a nanny. You are Naomi Aaron. Wife of the don. Mother of his children. You belong in that room.”
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
She hands me a small clutch. “Now go. Your
