CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER THREE
LILY'S POV
Walking anxiously through the door into the room that the interview would take place, I can't help with my unassertiveness.
Yes, I know this is a big and weathly family, but there is no way a woman in her mid fifties could look this bonnie and resplendent.
She is wearing a wrap-over front midi dress, with stretchy leather, which sits comfortably on her body. It has a wrap over front that adds a point of difference, all thanks to its vivid orange hue which keeps begging my eyes for attention, featuring long sleeves, a wrap-effect front, and puff sleeves. Her hair is richly curled and it falls on her shoulder, fitting her round face perfectly.
She is sitting behind a grand desk. I swig as she turns hers head and looks at my outfit with, what I sense is, distaste in her eyes. I return a delighted smile to prove that I remain unfazed despite the manner she glares at me.
I stand at the centre of the room and behind me are two gorgeous men dressed in black suit; One of them sits and without gathering much information I can easily tell that he is the son of the woman before me due to the uncanny resemblance, while the other stands behind him like a guard or personal assistant. He was the one who gave me the business card.
"Is she the one?" the suited man sitting asks the suited man standing.
"si Capo, she is an English applicant."
I can't make out everything they say because they are behind me, speaking Italian, and I didn't get enough time to admire their looks. It's good they were not in front of me. Who knows? I would likely embarrass myself in front of them.
"Ms Lily Anderson, sei quello giusto?" she reads my name from the note pad that the other guard read my name from earlier.
"Sorry Ma'am, I am not really fluent in Italian."
"Oh well, that's nice to hear. We were also looking for English applicants too, which is a better advantage on our side." She has a concentrated Italian accent and I barely make out the words she says, but on hearing that, my pulse reduces from it's fastened throbs. I can still have some hope in getting the job. I wasn't completely a loser afterall.
I don't express how happy I am at the information I got, rather Ikeep a straight face, waiting for her to continue, but this time in English.
"Lily Anderson, can you tell us a little about yourself?"
Before Laura had convinced her Dad to make my Visa and International passport, I had lied to her that my actual name was Lily Anderson, instead of Lily Gilford. I told her that my Mom had gone to court and swore an affidavit for a change of name, because Anderson was the name she had planned to give to my stillborn younger brother. I further told Laura that my Mom said the name reminds her of him.
The truth is my Mom couldn't get pregnant after me because of everything she was passing through. The purpose of this falsity was to avoid further contact with Him when I finally make it into the NCA.
"I am an orphan that was raised in a foster home. My foster parents didn't have enough money, I had to drop out from High school to ease their stress. So I started getting menial jobs to save money so I can go back to school."
I couldn't lie about being a high school graduate because I had no certificate to attest that fact.
"You're even a drop out! Romero where did you pick this trash from?" Hearing the words emanate from his mouth, my nervousness ceases and my chest burns with rage.
Who does he think he is?
Is it because his parents are wealthy, he feels, he could say anything to anyone he meets?
"Leonardo stai zitto!" His Mom blurts out. I refuse to turn around because I would lose my temper and say what I'm not supposed to say. My chances of getting the job is already slim.
"Go on Ms Lily." I take a deep breath before I resume with the prevarications.
"Unfortunately, my foster Mom had a kidney failure and needed a lot of money for treatment. I had to give all my savings up for her treatment and after that We couldn't afford the rent anymore so I had to leave the house. My friend invited me to Italy and said I could find a well paying job here. She also said I could complete my education here and apply for an admission into the NCA." I rehearsed those lines and lies on the night that I arrived Italy. That was my new background_ my origin story.
I had to live the lie and totally let go of my past.
"You can't even dress well and you want to apply for the NCA." He says mockingly in a low tone. It is the same voice that spoke earlier and without turning around I know it is Leonardo making jest of me. Hearing the deep, natural, dominating, and sexy voice, rather than get angry, I sense a burning sensation in between my laps as I stand. I completely ignore the comment and sensation.
Of course they hate me but he doesn't have the right to talk to me that way.
"Ms Lily, you're quite a lady." I did not expect what I see, I expected a stern look. She smiles at me as though she is truly impressed with my story. I think it a trap so I don't smile back at her.
"mi spiace, signorina Lily, I didn't do proper introductions earlier. My name is Antonella Dicaprio and the man seated behind you is my son Leonardo Dicaprio and his personal assistant Romero of whom I'm aware you've met before. All the applicants were briefed about this job apart from you. You are being interviewed to be a nanny in this house and take care of my two younger children Luna and Bella. With your little experience on domestic jobs, do you think you can handle this?"