Chapter 8 - Ivy Remembered the Woman With Gloves
Children remember details adults discard.
Ivy remembered frosting.
A silver cart.
A woman wearing black gloves.
Nobody asked her immediately.
Medical professionals waited until she was calm enough to talk safely.
Elena stayed outside during the formal interview so Ivy would not feel pressure to please her.
Later, the child specialist shared the relevant details.
Before the party, Ivy had slipped away from the dressing room because she wanted to see the cake.
She reached the service hallway.
There she saw Mara arguing with another woman.
Not Veronica.
Not Elena.
Someone Ivy recognized but could not name.
The second woman wore black catering gloves and said:
“You already changed it once. Nobody will notice.”
Mara answered:
“That’s not what Mrs. Harwood asked for.”
Then Mara walked away.
Ivy peeked around the corner.
The gloved woman stood beside a covered cake cart.
“Did Ivy see her face?” Elena asked.
“Partly.”
“What did she remember?”
A necklace.
Small silver key.
Elena knew it.
So did Veronica.
Mara’s assistant, Paige Bell.
Thirty-nine.
Quiet.
Organized.
Always behind Mara at major events.
Paige had worked with the family for nine years.
She handled vendor check-ins, staff badges, coat storage, gift tables, and deliveries.
Nobody had mentioned her after the explosion.
Because everyone assumed she had left with catering staff.
Silas checked the guest photos.
Paige appeared in the background three times.
Then disappeared fifteen minutes before the cake cutting.
Her phone was off.
Her apartment empty.
Veronica looked genuinely stunned.
“Paige?”
Mara’s reaction was worse.
“She knew.”
Silas turned.
“Knew what?”
Mara hesitated.
Paige had become increasingly interested in Evan after his death.
Not romantically.
Ideologically.
She believed Evan had been the only Harwood willing to challenge the family’s obsession with lineage and appearances.
Paige came from a background Veronica frequently dismissed.
Her mother had cleaned offices.
Her father worked maintenance.
She entered the Harwood household through service staffing and spent years watching wealthy relatives describe some people as “real family” and others as temporary.
Evan treated staff differently.
Asked names.
Remembered children.
Paid attention.
Paige admired him.
Then after Evan’s death, she watched Veronica slowly erase his choices.
Especially Ivy.
Mara thought Paige was angry on Ivy’s behalf.
Elena’s stomach turned.
“People don’t protect children by blowing up their birthday cakes.”
“No.”
Silas’s voice was cold.
“So either Mara misunderstood Paige completely…”
He paused.
“Or this was never about protecting Ivy.”
The silver-key necklace led them to Paige’s locker at the event company.
Inside was one photograph.
Evan and Paige.
Not intimate.
Not secret.
Taken at a charity event seven years earlier.
On the back, Evan had written:
Thank you for telling me the truth when everyone else wanted the easier version.
May you like
Nobody knew what truth he meant.
That became the next question.
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