Chapter 10 - Walking Out Tall
Lily couldn't stop the tears this time. They spilled freely down her cheeks, washing over the exhaustion, the terror of missed rent, the dread of collection notices, and the humiliation she had swallowed for years just to survive.
"Thank you," Lily choked out, dropping to one knee beside Margaret's chair. "You have no idea... you just saved our lives."
"No, child," Margaret said gently, resting a frail, warm hand on Lily’s shoulder. "Your father saved my son's life. You are simply collecting the dividend."
Twenty minutes later, Lily stepped out of the library. In her hand, she carried a formal preliminary contract signed by Arthur Pendelton, along with a corporate voucher for a private town car to take her directly to her doorstep.
As she made her way toward the grand entrance to retrieve her tote bag, Sophia intercepted her near the coat-check lobby.
Sophia’s makeup was smudged, her eyes red and swollen. "Lily... wait. Please."
Lily stopped. For the first time all night, she felt no shame, no inadequacy, and no anger. Looking at Sophia in her ten-thousand-dollar gown, Lily only felt pity.
"Lily, I made a terrible mistake," Sophia cried, reaching for Lily's arm, but stopping herself. "I was under so much pressure from Eleanor and Julian’s family to have a perfect wedding. I didn't want them to judge me. I panicked. You've been my friend since seventh grade... please don't let this ruin us."
Lily looked down at Sophia’s trembling hands. "Sophia, your wedding was fine. But we stopped being friends a long time ago. You just didn't realize it until tonight because you were too busy looking down at my shoes to see that I was walking away."
"Lily, please—"
"Goodbye, Sophia. I truly hope you find happiness in the life you bought."
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Lily turned and walked through the grand double doors of the estate. The night air was freezing, but she didn't feel it. Outside, a sleek black town car was idling beneath the portico, its driver holding the door open with a respectful bow.
She was going home to tell Noah that he was going to be a respiratory therapist. She was going home to throw away the eviction notices. She was finally going to breathe.
