☼Willow☼
There are things that I just can't understand. Like why chickens don't fly, why do we have to write exams when an exam isn't the true test of knowledge, and why are capybaras so cute...
Why am I still jobless?
"What do you mean you're jobless? I thought you had a job?"
"Had, Grams, I had a job. Why do you keep forgetting that it's been two years since I had a job." I sighed, pinching my temple.
"Oh, my, time sure flies." The old woman said with an unbothered chuckle.
"For you, obviously," I muttered into the phone. "And I was only needed for two months, it wasn't like I stayed for that long. "This sucks."
"Being a nanny sucks?" She asked curiously.
"No, I meant not having a job." I corrected as I carefully added the last stroke of nail polish to my nails.
"Don't worry about it Wooly, I'm sure you can find something suitable when the time comes."
"Grams, when is the time ever going to come?" I asked, fastening my phone on my shoulder and hoisting it up so I could talk without using my hands. "I'm 25 and I live in an apartment that's so cramped because that's all I can afford from my parents who won't give me enough money to breathe because of their selfish reasons!"
I sighed into the phone. I mean, my parents have no business giving me money because I was the one who withstood their conditions.
I can't explain it right now.
"I'm tired Grams, I keep getting rejected and I feel so worthless. I'm not getting any younger." I grumbled, blowing out hair from my face.
"Well, that much is true." The old woman snickered.
"Grams!" I whined, making her chuckle at my protest.
"Wooly, my darling, you don't have to push it. I mean, not everyone wants a nanny these days because none of them are giving birth. They all want to keep a flat stomach and drown themselves in tequila, you should let go and do the same."
"Says the woman who's on a three-week vacation in Italy, courtesy of her daughter who doesn't give two flips about her own daughter." I rant tapping my fingers under the UV light to allow my nails to cure.
"I asked you if you wanted to come along, you know I would've bought you a ticket." she sighed tiredly. "You have to give yourself a break Willow, you are going to get a job, very soon, I can feel it. Don't stress yourself out, besides, if things don't work out you can always come live with me in Ohio."
I felt my whole face contort at her words. Ohio?
"Sure," I grimaced. "I'm glad I can count on you."
We talked a few more minutes before she started snoring into the speakers of her phone which told me it was time to hang up.
I was thankful that my nails were done curing by that time, so I hung up and turned off the UV lamp. I lifted my nails to my eyesight and examined them before filing them out. When I was done, I was so happy with the results and was debating if I wanted to add gel or leave it matte.
I decided to leave it matte afterward.
All my life, I always imagined how my life would turn out. I imagined being a hotshot nanny who was always booked and busy and enjoying success in every way possible to mankind.
Yet, here I am, jobless and rejected after so many tries.
I hated giving up so that was not an option for me. I can't give up, especially on kids. Kids need to be taken care of and looked after.
I went to university and even though my father threatened to unalive me for choosing Children Care Education as a major, I still went ahead with it and successfully got my degree which I am very much proud of.
In total, it's been three years since I graduated from Uni., and I have gotten one job offer so far which I have already done. I don't know what the problem is or what I'm supposed to do to fix it.
I have filled out so many vacant spots and I'm still doing the same thing, but I don't understand what I have done wrong!
I understand that life can be cruel sometimes but come on, it's been two years give me a break.
I stood up from my desk after turning off the desk lamp and I made sure to carry along the rent notice letter that had been sitting on the desk since last week. My rent was due in two days. I don't have enough money. I don't have anything valuable to sell to add up and get enough money.
I sighed as I crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the bin before walking up to my bed and slipping under my covers.
Of course, I had an alternate solution. I could ask Grams for money, but I didn't wanna do that especially since she's on vacation. I could also ask my parents but that would make me look more of a dog to them than I already am and it's going to bind me under another one of their conditions.
"Urgh, this gives me serious migraines." I muffled into my pillow with a yawn and let my face sink into the soft fabric of my pillowcase.
I should at least get some sleep or else I would regret the headache I would get tomorrow from not dozing off. If things don't work out and I run out of options, maybe I will take up the offer and live with Grams, in Ohio.
I felt my shoulders relax at the thought, at least I wouldn't live on the streets.
After my third yawn that came unannounced, my thoughts were starting to get blurred when my phone chimed, alerting me of a notification. I easily ignored it and allowed myself to drown in a very deep slumber.
I need to rest. I deserve that much.
There had to be two things that made me completely delusional in the morning. One is finding out that the shoes I was planning to wear for the day were dirty and the newly added one to the list was waking up to an email requesting me to arrive at a specific house for an interview.
"Oh my fucking God," I shuddered as my eyes skimmed over the email a few more times.
When I was in high school, my senior year, I was forced to watch the news with my parents whenever it was showing on TV. They said that I would feel motivated whenever I saw how successful businessmen and women were and how far their achievements have run.
I didn't like that. I didn't like that one bit. But there was a day, when it was a beautiful Tuesday evening, and we were watching the news while soft drizzles of rain trickled down our windows.
Business Celebrity News. My parents were marvelling at the fact that the richest businessman known to the world was just 27. I was also interested in how the richest businessman managed to have a successful business and a happy married life.
I was dazed when I saw how his wife linked her hands with his while he held the baby in his arms close to his chest as he managed a slight smile for the camera.
This man had a name.
"Lorenzo Moretti." I allowed his name to slip off my lips.
What the actual fuck—
☼Willow☼My hand picked at the fabric of my pants for the umpteenth time making me want to rip the whole thing off my body.My nerves were racking. My whole body was being consumed by nervousness and it started to make me feel insecure. It made me feel like I was overdressed for this interview. I wore a navy-blue button-up shirt that had long sleeves with ruffles and paired it with black, high-waist palazzo pants that flare from the waist and were wide throughout the leg. I chose to wear black flats and to complete everything my ginger hair was slicked back and secured into a neat low ponytail.How does it make me feel? It makes me feel like I travelled 40 minutes from my apartment to come interview for the spot of a personal assistant in some big company, that's how it made me feel. I'm having serious second thoughts about my outfit. I should've just worn my summer dress with a loose cardigan over it.I released the hold that I had on the file that was sitting on my lap so that I cou
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎ "I don't like boats." Isabella randomly muttered, her mouth full of mashed potatoes. Lucas' eyes widened from where he sat across the dining table, his hand slowly reaching up to grasp the little boat figurine that he brought to the table. "Isa, we don't talk with our mouths full," I warned arching up an eyebrow at her tiny figure that was seated next to me. She nodded with a pout and muttered an apology after I had wiped her mouth clean with a napkin. Lucas had already finished his food and was waiting for his sister. He swung his feet lightly under the table, his eyes trained on the boat in his hands. "Guess who's here?" A loud voice erupted from the living room startling Isabella for a second before she started giggling, both her and her brother's face lit up waiting for the owner of the voice to come in. "Uncle Theodore!" Lucas beamed when a familiar body came into the room. "We've been over this little guy, it's just Theo," Theodore said with a laugh as he went
☼Willow☼I haven't received a single call since yesterday. They haven't called me back like they said they would if I had gotten the job.It's almost 2:00 p.m. This must mean that I didn't get the job.Shit.My deadline is tomorrow, I have to move out if I don't pay tomorrow morning. Honestly, I don't even blame myself anymore, life is just being a mean bitch and if that's the way it's gonna be then I might as well move on.I sighed deeply before neatly folding the last of my shirt into my suitcase and then zipping it up.Yes, I'm packing. I'm getting ready to catch the first flight leaving for Ohio tomorrow morning. I've decided that it's not a bad decision at all, maybe it won't be all that bad.Maybe, I just have a hefty amount of bad luck in this city and it will all be fine once I just start over after I settle in Ohio in the meantime. Yeah, that's not at all a bad idea.My phone rang and I stopped packing up my bath kit for a moment so I could pick it up.Unfortunately, I have a
☼Willow☼I woke up around 6:00 a.m.For the first time in my life, I woke up super early, well, except that one time when I woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning and started preparing for a school trip during my senior year in high school and the school bus ended up leaving me behind when I went for a bathroom break. Sad, I know.I brushed my teeth and took a bath, thanking God for blessing Mr. Moretti with the money to pay for hot baths. I spent almost forty minutes trying to pick out what to wear because I didn't have many dress options, most of my clothes consisted of baggy T-shirts, hoodies, shorts, and sweatpants. But I did have a few casual attires that I wear to important places. In the end, I settled for a purple sundress that stopped a few centimeters below my knees and I slipped on a fuzzy loose cardigan that was a few shades lighter than the dress and was cropped below my boobs.I thought I should dress well enough to make an impression.Now, my hair was another story. I'm a
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎"I didn't leak any information, Capo, I swear." Darren, the man in charge of all my shipments coming to Italy, said.(Boss.)I bobbed my head, carefully repeating his words in my head. The sound of my shoes hitting the floor was the only thing audible in the almost empty warehouse. I frowned a bit when I stepped on a thick glob of blood."All the cameras were down before the robbery, I can't find anything on the security footage. The place was empty before the cameras shut down, someone worked with the culprits from the inside." Bianca, Theodore's assistant, informed me, her voice echoing through the walls since she was standing next to Darren near the entrance.I nodded to that, my head tilting at the floor as I walked further into the room.I sank my hands into the pocket of my suit, loving the way the fabric felt so smooth under my palms.I should pay my tailor extra for picking out this fabric."Shouldn't we do something, Boss?" Bianca asked, her voice skeptical. "We c
☼Willow☼"Bella, please don't cry," I said wiping the few tears that managed to escape her eyes before she wrapped her small arms around my neck."But I don't wanna go to school," she sobbed. "It's boring and I'm gonna miss all the fun you and Luke are gonna have.""Bella," I sighed rubbing her back. "I promise you Luke and I are not having fun while you're gone besides, he's also in class right now," I said looking back at the study room where he takes his classes."Why can't I have classes at home too?" she whined pulling away to look at me.My face fell after seeing how red her face had become. I shook my head as I used another wet wipe to clean her face.It's been four days since I started working in the Moretti residence and it's been nice so far.Theo and Julia weren't kidding when they said these kids hate vegetables, they would literally flip this house over if they found as much as a carrot in their curry. But I'm working on it, I prepped some brussels sprouts, cucumbers, and
☼Willow☼My name is Willow.Willow Chloé Bardot.But apparently, that seems unknown to Mr. Moretti because he hasn't used my name once when calling me. It has been two days since he was back from his business trip, and I've seen him once since then.He showed himself at dinner last night but otherwise, he is locked up in his office. His office is one room away from my room and whenever I have to pass by, I walk so slowly and carefully that it makes me look and feel idiotic.Today is a weekend and I'm up, early as usual, and making breakfast. It was currently 6:50 a.m. and I had baked some peanut butter cookies. I had also brought out some eggs to scramble alongside some bacon and toast.By the time I was done setting the table, it was 7:30 a.m."Good job, Willow," I said mentally patting myself on the back for finishing on time."Good morning, Wooly." Isabella's small voice grumbled making me snap out of my thoughts.Right on time."Morning, Bella," I said with a smile turning in the
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎Peanut butter? I thought when the flavor hit my taste buds. This should be interesting.I chewed the cookie regardless.~*~The EpiPen had worked, of course, it would. I wasn't dead yet.I was just lethargic because I had wasted too much time without medication. My body was aching, and my face felt swollen, but still, I managed to open my eyes and look at the crying woman in front of me.She kept blaming herself for my 'death' as she sobbed into her knees. Her body was trembling even though she kept tightening her hold around herself, it was easy to tell that she was scared. Willow.I knew her name, I've always known it. For some reason, I just like seeing the confused expression she wears whenever I refer to her as 'Nanny'. I'm not surprised that she didn't know where my room was, she is always so quiet and meek when she's around me. Even when she's walking past my office, I usually pause just to hear her take one step every ten seconds just so she wouldn't make any nois