Chapter Four
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By September, something had shifted between them. Victoria found herself looking forward to the drives, to the conversations that felt more honest than anything else in her life. Daniel made her laugh in a way her wealthy friends never did. He didn't try to impress her or agree with everything she said. He challenged her sometimes, gently pushing back when she said something entitled or thoughtless. At first she'd get defensive, but then she'd think about what he said, and she'd realize he was right.
One evening, Victoria had Daniel drive her to a friend's party in the city. She stayed for an hour, got bored, and called him to pick her up early. When she got in the car, she was quieter than usual. Daniel asked if she was okay, and she surprised herself by telling him the truth. She said she was tired of those parties, tired of those people, tired of pretending everything was perfect when it wasn't.
Daniel pulled over on a quiet street and turned to face her. "Then why do you keep going?" he asked.
Victoria didn't have a good answer. She'd never questioned it before. It was just what she did, what was expected of her. She looked at Daniel, really looked at him, and something passed between them in that moment. Something neither of them could deny anymore.
"I don't know," she whispered.
They sat there in silence for a long time. Then Daniel drove her home without another word.
After that night, Victoria couldn't stop thinking about him. She'd catch herself watching him when he wasn't looking, noticing small things like the way he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel when he listened to music, or how he always held the door for her even though she'd been rude to him for months. She realized she didn't just like talking to him. She liked him. The thought terrified her.
Victoria had dated plenty of guys, rich boys her parents approved of, guys who took her to expensive restaurants and bought her jewelry. But none of them had ever made her feel what she felt when she was around Daniel. None of them had ever seen her as anything more than Thomas Montgomery's daughter, the beautiful rich girl who came with connections and status. Daniel saw her as Victoria, just Victoria, and somehow that meant everything.
She started finding excuses to need rides. She'd make up errands, say she needed to go somewhere when she really didn't, just so she could spend time with him. Daniel noticed but didn't say anything. He was fighting his own battle, trying to convince himself that what he felt for her was just sympathy, that he was imagining the way she looked at him sometimes.
One rainy October afternoon, Victoria asked Daniel to drive her to the art museum where her mother used to work. She said she wanted to see an exhibit. Daniel drove her there and waited in the car like he always did. But after twenty minutes, Victoria came back and knocked on his window.
"Come with me," she said.
Daniel hesitated. "Miss Montgomery, I don't think that's appropriate. I'm supposed to wait here."
"Please," she said, and there was something vulnerable in her voice that made him unable to refuse.
They walked through the museum together, and Victoria showed him her favorite paintings. She explained what her mother had taught her about art, about color and emotion and the stories behind each piece. Daniel listened, fascinated not by the art but by her, by the way she came alive when she talked about something she cared about. This wasn't the rude, spoiled girl he'd met four months ago. This was someone completely different.
When they left the museum, it was pouring rain. They ran to the car, both of them soaked by the time they got inside. They sat there, water dripping from their hair, and suddenly Victoria started laughing. Really laughing, the kind of genuine, uncontrolled laughter she hadn't felt in years. Daniel started laughing too, and in that moment, everything changed.
"I like you," Victoria said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I know I shouldn't. I know it's complicated. But I do."
Daniel's smile faded. He looked at her seriously. "Victoria, your father is my boss. Your family... we're from completely different worlds."
"I don't care about that," she said.
"But I do," Daniel said gently. "I need this job. My sister needs me. If your father found out—"
"He won't," Victoria interrupted. "We'll be careful."
Daniel shook his head, but even as he did, he knew he was already lost. He'd been fighting this for weeks, trying to maintain distance, trying to be professional. But sitting there with her, seeing the hope in her eyes, he couldn't pretend anymore.
"This is a terrible idea," he said quietly.
"I know," Victoria whispered.
He reached over and took her hand. "We have to be careful. No one can know."
"No one will," she promised.
That was how it started.
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