Chapter 20 - The Seat Beside Dominic
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Two years after the gala that changed everything, the Castellano ballroom filled again.
But Maisie no longer entered carrying a tray.
She walked through the main doors beside Grace.
Ten years old now.
Pale-blue dress.
Silver locket.
Head held high.
Dominic was already inside.
No black tie tonight.
Maisie had declared them “too serious.”
The annual Elena Hart Scholarship Dinner had doubled in size.
Children of employees attended with their families.
Housekeepers sat beside executives.
Drivers sat beside donors.
Nobody entered through a service door.
At the center table were three chairs.
Dominic.
Maisie.
Grace.
Maisie stopped when she saw them.
“You saved me a seat.”
Dominic looked offended.
“I learned my lesson.”
She smiled and sat beside him.
The old locket rested against her chest.
Inside were two photographs.
Elena and Dominic years ago.
Maisie, Grace, and Dominic now.
Both mattered.
Neither erased the other.
Vivienne was no longer part of their lives.
She had completed the custodial portion of her sentence and remained under court-ordered financial restrictions and supervised conditions.
Restitution had been paid into the trust.
She had written several letters.
Dominic stored them.
Maisie could decide one day whether to read them.
That decision belonged to her.
The Castellano Legacy Trust had also changed.
Independent trustees.
Transparent audits.
No secret succession decisions.
No single family member could manipulate the rules again.
Maisie would inherit significant wealth one day.
But tonight, she cared more about dessert.
She leaned toward Dominic.
“Can I have two pieces of cake?”
“No.”
“You owe me eight birthdays.”
Dominic considered.
“That is legally persuasive.”
Grace rolled her eyes.
“You two are impossible.”
Maisie grinned.
Across the room stood the place where Vivienne had once shoved her to the floor.
Maisie looked toward it.
Dominic noticed.
“You okay?”
She nodded.
“I was just thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
She ignored him.
“She thought being a maid’s daughter made me less important.”
Dominic’s expression softened.
Maisie continued—
“But even if Grace really was my mom…”
She took Grace’s hand.
“…she still would’ve been wrong.”
Grace’s eyes immediately filled.
Dominic smiled.
“Yes.”
Maisie looked around the ballroom.
“Because people aren’t important because of their last name.”
Dominic glanced toward the enormous Castellano crest above the fireplace.
For most of his life, men had feared that name.
His father had protected it.
His brother had lived beneath it.
Vivienne had destroyed herself trying to control it.
And an eight-year-old girl had taught Dominic the simplest truth about it.
A name was worth nothing if it made you believe another human being belonged on the floor.
The orchestra began playing.
Maisie stood.
“Dance with me.”
“I don’t dance.”
“Dad.”
Dominic sighed.
“That word is unfair.”
She pulled him from his chair.
Grace laughed as Maisie dragged the legendary Dominic Castellano onto the ballroom floor.
He was terrible.
Maisie didn’t care.
Around them, families laughed.
Nobody was afraid.
And when Dominic looked down at his daughter, he understood that justice had never been about making Vivienne lose everything.
It was about making sure Maisie finally gained what Vivienne had stolen from her.
Her history.
Her choices.
Her father.
Her place in the family.
And most importantly—
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Her right to decide for herself who she wanted to become.
If you were Maisie, could you ever forgive the woman who hid your father from you for eight years—even after you finally got your family back?
