Ivy considered the offer.
Seven years earlier, she’d been proud to get the job.
The wages had helped her support herself after her mother’s death. She’d learned to manage a large household, coordinate seasonal employees, and train new staff.
But she no longer wanted to walk through the Blackwood ballroom every morning.
“Thank you,” she said. “I won’t be returning.”
Ronan looked disappointed.
“I understand.”
“I’ve accepted a position supervising housekeeping operations at a hotel downtown.”
He smiled faintly.
“Congratulations.”
“The hours are better. I’ll have my own team.”
“That sounds like a good opportunity.”
Ivy adjusted the strap of her handbag.
“My attorney will continue handling the remaining employment matters.”
“Of course.”
He hesitated.
“Is there anything else I can do?”
Ivy studied him.
“Keep the promises you made to the people who are staying.”
Ronan nodded.
“I intend to.”
She extended her hand.
He shook it.
Then Ivy walked out of the Blackwood estate for the last time as an employee.
Vivienne’s engagement to Ronan remained over.
The wedding contracts were reviewed, deposits were settled according to the agreements, and her belongings were returned through arrangements made by their attorneys.
Her engagement ring was no longer on her finger.
She continued attending social events, but the story of the Blackwood ballroom followed her.
Some friends defended her.
Others stopped inviting her.
