Chapter 3 - Maisie’s Wig Was Never Just a Wig
Maisie’s mother, Nora, died when our daughter was fifteen months old.
She had been the love of my life, the person who built our luxury family brand beside me, and the only person who understood how fiercely protective I felt from the moment we learned Maisie had been born without hair. Nora never treated our daughter’s condition like a tragedy. She treated it like one more thing love could adapt to.
By the time Maisie was two, Nora had already commissioned custom wigs, soft head wraps, tiny flower crowns, and special occasion pieces that made our daughter feel beautiful instead of different.
Audrey had helped with all of it.
Most people knew Audrey only as Maisie’s nanny.
That wasn’t the whole truth.
Audrey had been Nora’s closest friend since college. She had also helped Nora build the first version of our company before ever stepping into the role of caretaker. When Nora got sick, Audrey pulled back from the business to help us at home. After Nora died, she stayed because Maisie needed someone who loved her for reasons that had nothing to do with inheritance, image, or convenience.
That was why Celeste had never liked her.
And that was why Audrey’s presence in the hallway frightened her.
Because Celeste knew something I had forgotten to fear.
Audrey was not just a nanny standing between my daughter and a cruel bride.
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She was one of the only living people who knew exactly how Nora had structured the estate.
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