LilyThe night seemed endless, stretching on with each passing minute as I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to find solace in sleep. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, all stemming from one source: Noah. His touch lingered, haunting me with memories of how he held me earlier in the kitchen. It was a fleeting moment, yet it left an indelible mark on my consciousness.I knew I needed to distance myself from him, for my own sake and for the sake of my unborn child. The realization of my pregnancy had already brought a myriad of uncertainties into my life, and the last thing I needed was to complicate matters further by indulging in feelings that could only lead to trouble.But as much as I tried to convince myself of the necessity of staying away from Noah, the pull of his presence was undeniable. There was something about him that drew me in, something magnetic that defied reason and logic. Perhaps it was the kindness in his eyes, or the gentleness of his touch, or

Lily“So, Lily, I would like you to do something for me.” Mrs. Donovan said.She called me into her home office the following day and standing in front of her, I felt nervous because I didn't know why she had called me here this morning when it was only yesterday evening we had talked. I found it odd because this just told me that there was something she wanted to discuss with me, something I didn't know about.“Okay, what is that, ma’am?” I asked.“Please sit down,” she said.Taking a seat opposite her, my nervousness shot up to the roof because whatever it was, it had to be serious and I didn't think I was ready to hear any of that.“I need a favor from you,” she said.“Of course, ma’am, anything at all. I am ready to help you.”She didn’t even need to ask me if there was something I needed to do for her. What she had done for me was far more than anything I could ever do for her and I didn't want her to think that she needed to beg me before I did anything for her. I did what I did

LilyAs I stepped out of the car and took in the sight of Noah's house, I couldn't help but be awestruck. It was nothing like what his mother had described as "small." In fact, it was a grand building, towering before me with an air of elegance that took my breath away. Ornamental flowers adorned the perimeter, adding a touch of natural beauty to the already picturesque scene.Beside me, Ethan chuckled softly, as if he could read the disbelief written all over my face. "Don't look so surprised, Lily," he said with a grin. "You're in for a treat. Noah's got more money than you can imagine."I turned to him, feeling a mix of curiosity and admiration but still, I didn't want to be too forward as I remained quiet.Ethan nodded, his grin widening. "Oh yeah. He's got it all – the fancy cars, the luxurious vacations, you name it. And this," he gestured toward the house, "is just the beginning."As we walked toward the front entrance, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being out of place. I

Lily“Why do you look sad, honey?” Mrs. Donovan asked me one day as I was cleaning the hallways.It has been three days since Chris told me that soon, Noah would be bringing his girlfriend home but he hadn’t arrived yet which just had me wondering if perhaps something had happened but still, I couldn’t take away the sadness that had threatened to consume me whole.As I went about my cleaning duties one day, lost in the rhythm of sweeping and dusting, Mrs. Donovan's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Lily, could I speak with you for a moment?" Her tone was gentle as she asked again, but there was an underlying concern that made me uneasy.I turned toward her, trying to mask the turmoil within me with a polite smile. "Of course, Mrs. Donovan. Is something the matter?"She motioned for me to follow her into the living room, where she took a seat on the plush couch. I hesitated for a moment before joining her, my heart pounding with anticipation. Did she somehow sense my inner turmoil?

LilyAs the evening settled in, I found myself called up to Mrs. Donovan's room. The soft glow of the lambs cast a warm ambiance as I entered, greeted by the inviting scent of her favorite vanilla candles. Mrs. Donovan was seated on her plush armchair, surrounded by swatches of fabric spread out on the coffee table."Lily, dear, thank you for joining me.” She said with a gentle smile, gesturing for me to take a seat opposite her."Of course, Mrs. Donovan. How can I assist you this evening?" I inquired, settling into the chair across from her.She picked up a few samples, each one more exquisite than the last, and began explaining her vision for a new set of curtains for the drawing-room. As she deliberated between the options, she glanced up at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Which one do you think would suit the room best, dear Lily?"I carefully examined the fabrics, considering their textures and colors before pointing to one that I believed would complement the decor perfectly. "