A Nanny For The CEO

"Mr. Donald asked to organize the girl to take her to an event tonight." "Oh, I wasn't aware of any event, but she just finished her chores and we can get organized." Wow, it never ceases to impress me, Clara is a very young girl and she has a quite active social life. I wonder what kind of event is it that she can attend? I returned to the music room and observed what was left of her class, it's amazing how many skills they have at such a young age. "Alright, let's do the final rehearsal and finish, okay, sweetheart?" The tutor continues with her class, a few minutes pass and they finish, she congratulates Clara for her good performance. I approached them and took the girl's hand. "Say goodbye to Miss Azucena." Clarita raises her hand and tells her see you soon. "Where are we going?" she asks while still holding my hand. "We're going to your room, we won't have our girls' night as I promised you because we're going to a party," I said with excitement to get her enthusiastic. "I don't want to go, I prefer to watch the movie you told me about." "Sweetie, we can do it tomorrow, I promise it will be more fun. I'll ask them to make popcorn and buy sweets, it will be our little secret." "Sweets at night?" she asks with a happy face. "Yes, just like you heard, I'll ask them to buy lots of sweets. But that will be tomorrow, tonight we're going to the event your father mentioned." She nods, little by little I'm starting to know her, at least I can persuade her to do some things now. "Is that going to be my dress?" "Yes, this is the dress that was sent for you, do you like it?" "Yes, it's pretty." One of the ladies who work in the house is always there in case I need help; but it's nothing out of the ordinary, I even find it pleasant to dress her and style her beautiful hair, put on big bows and her small accessories filled with precious stones. "You are a very beautiful girl, did you know that?" I have observed her many times and I only find some features of her father, but her eyes and hair are of a different color; I imagine they are like her mother's. I wonder who Clara's mother is? Why is there no trace of her in the house? Whenever I have the opportunity to walk through the corridors and the mansion, I see nothing of her. "Miss Wellington, if you want, I can stay with Clarita so you can get ready calmly. Mr. Donald also sent his dress, it's in her room." "Oh, for me?" "Just as you hear it." I was surprised by that, I thought I would go with some of my own outfits, the ones I wear to work around the house. I entered my room and on my bed was a beautiful olive green dress, it's been a while since I've seen a gala dress, or been to social events. I entered the shower and tied up my hair to not get it wet, I love every element for skincare and the rich aroma they leave behind. I was excited, a dress changed my mood, the fact that I had to wear it made me very happy. That beautiful dress with thin delicate straps, sweetheart neckline, fitted at my waist, with long pleats that fall to my ankles; it made me look fabulous. I didn't remember my figure, it was hidden under so many fabrics. I turned around so that the flowing fabrics could fly in the wind, I feel beautiful. I let my hair down and let the waves fall over my waist, I searched in the makeup drawer and there was everything for me, it was like my old room. My self-esteem was nourished by this, it's amazing what a couple of eyeshadows, mascara, and lipstick can make me feel. "Miss Wellington, Mr. Donald is waiting downstairs." "I'll be out right away." I went to Clara's room to take her with me, when she saw me, she opened her eyes wide and raised her eyebrows in astonishment. "Oh my goodness! Miss Wellington, is that you?" "Yes, it's still me." I extended my hand and she rushed to take it, she couldn't stop looking at me. "You're very pretty, Miss Wellington." "Oh, thank you! You're very beautiful too, did you know?" "Yes, I know." I laughed at how modest she can be, she's a girl with a high self-esteem, she has a big ego, she's confident and knows what she wants, she will be one of those empowered women someday. I carefully went down the stairs, holding the girl's hand and using the wooden railings for support. "Dad, look how beautiful Miss Wellington looks." Mr. Donald takes his gaze off his phone and looks straight into my eyes, then I saw his gaze go down to my feet and then back to my face. I thought he would say something in response to what his daughter had said, but no, he simply turned away, turned around and left. Why does he do these things? It annoys me that he always ignores what the girl says. "Do you know where we're going?" "No, I don't know, but I imagine we'll find out soon." We went out to the limousine and the driver helped us get in, the girl as usual stayed by my side; Mr. Donald is in front of us, glued to his phone. "Dad, where are we going?" Her father was still on his phone. "Dad!" "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" The girl stays silent and takes my hand. "She asked a simple question, she just wants to know where we're going." Mr. Donald made a displeased face, but seeing that the girl had gotten scared, he decides to answer. "It's a businessmen event, every year the best families are invited, it's the first time I bring Clara because she's old enough to attend. Is that all? Is there anything else you want to know?" The girl doesn't say anything, she just keeps holding my hand. We arrive at the prestigious hall, as we get off, I could recognize the event he was talking about. I held the girl's hand and we continued walking behind Mr. Donald. "Welcome to Empire House, please wait for a moment." The guard checks all of us with one of those metal detectors, except for the girl. "You can go, enjoy the evening." The voices of the different people chatting all at once felt like buzzing wasps. "Mr. Donald, your table was reserved this way, please come." A woman with an earpiece in her ear and a tablet in her hands leads us to the table. "I'm hungry," Clara says. "Oh, sweetheart, we have to wait for a moment; I don't think they'll be long in serving the food." Clara makes a sour face and crosses her arms. I searched in my purse and found a coffee candy. "Take this, it's very delicious," I whispered. I passed the candy under the table, as if it were contraband. "I'll go greet some friends, I'll be back in a moment." Mr. Donald stands up, adjusts his elegant suit, and walks away. "Oh, it's delicious." The girl seems to have forgotten that she was hungry. "Can you give me some water?" "How do you say it?" "Please." I took the glass and tried to give it to her so she wouldn't wet her dress, but sometimes she's difficult to deal with. "No, I'll do it myself." She takes the crystal glass and when she takes a sip, some of the liquid ends up coming out of her mouth and spilling on her chest. "Sweetheart, see? That's why I wanted to help you." I didn't see any napkins or handkerchiefs on the table, and the water kept rolling around, so I had to look for alternatives. "Wait, don't move from here, I'll go to the bathroom for some paper." She nods, and I get up to hurry to the bathroom, accidentally bumping into a gentleman, but I was so rushed that I didn't see him. "Excuse me," I said without stopping. I continued to the women's bathroom in a hurry, thinking that the girl was alone. I entered the bathroom and took out a lot of paper towels from the dispenser, but when I turned around, I was surprised to see someone I didn't think would cross paths with me again. "I wasn't so wrong after all," he said, closing the door behind him. "Jonathan... What are you... What are you doing here?" "My family is invited to this event every year, it's curious to see you here, I thought you were at that hotel." "I have to go, excuse me." I tried to pass by his side to leave, but he grabbed my arm. "We have a lot to talk about, Camila, don't go." "It's not the right time, nor the place." I removed his hand and pushed it aside. "I ended it with her, our relationship didn't continue. I'm very sorry I couldn't offer you an apology earlier." "An apology? Do you think a simple apology can fix everything? You slept with my sister! That's not just anything." "She was the one who started it all!" "I don't care!" "Camila, we have to clear things up." "I'm no longer interested." I turned around again, but he grabbed my arm once more. By that time, I was very angry, the rage from that moment that I never confronted, was waiting to explode like a bomb. So, when I had him in front of me, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. "What's wrong with you?!" Jonathan grabs my shoulders and pushes me against the wall, I thought he was going to hit me, but when I closed my eyes awaiting the worst, someone opens the door. "Why did you leave Cl... What's going on here?" Mr. Donald observes the confused scene, notices my bruised skin from the man's grip, and rushes towards him to remove him. "Let her go!" he yells, pushing him forcefully. "What's that i***t Donald doing here? Don't get involved in something that doesn't concern you, this is between my wife and me." "I'm not your wife," I said with a choked voice. "I stopped being one a long time ago." Mr. Donald grabs my wrist and pulls me behind him. "Who are you calling an i***t?" "What's wrong with him? Get out of here, no one called you," Jonathan retorts, furrowing his brow. "Whatever happens with her, happens with me." "Don't tell me, Camila, are you with this i***t?" "Yes, she's this i***t's girlfriend," my boss responds.