I Never Told My Fiancé I Owned Three Companies. He Always Thought I Was Simply A Freelance Designer. When He Introduced Me To His Very Well-Connected Family, I Let Them Keep Believing That. Then His Father Noticed My Last Name.

“How interesting,” she said, tilting her head. “I suppose that’s why your work must be so creative. Daniel mentioned you’re a freelancer.”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“Oh, must be exciting,” Richard chimed in. “Never knowing what the next month will bring.”

I smiled lightly. “It keeps me on my toes.”

Eleanor leaned forward, her voice honeyed. “If you ever need help with connections, clients, investors… we’d be happy to introduce you to a few people. We know several firms looking for in-house designers. You’d have more structure, perhaps.”

“That’s generous of you,” I said, meeting her gaze. “But I’m happy where I am. I value freedom more than structure.”

“Air,” she said softly, nodding. “Freedom. Such a lovely word. Though of course it’s easier to enjoy when you don’t have to think about bills or retirement plans.”

Daniel shifted beside me, clearing his throat. “Mom…”

“Oh, I’m only teasing,” she said, waving a hand. “Don’t be so sensitive. We’re just talking.”

But the air had changed. Beneath the flicker of candlelight, every word carried a quiet weight, each compliment edged with something sharper.

Richard turned to me again. “So, what kind of clients do you usually work with?”