Chapter 6 Enora Miller

• Enora Miller
• It's been three days since my daughter-in-law returned to Chicago. I know she still can't believe what I'm planning to do, especially since most women from the United States and Europe have already slept with Tom. I have to think of someone who will intrigue him, who won't succumb to his charms because let's face it, my son and daughter-in-law have spoiled that boy rotten; it's the only explanation I can accept.
• Noely's models, they're all easy prey for him and Ethan, not to mention that when they team up with Kevin, there's no brothel that can handle the three of them. That's why Noah had to hire a professional to clean up the messes my grandson takes pleasure in making.
• Elisa's wedding was approaching, and she had already confided in me that she didn't want to run the company, sparking the idea of provoking Tom to desire his share of the inheritance.
• He's a Walker; even though he was raised by Emy and Noah, he hasn't stopped inheriting the desire for more, and seeing the family business in the hands of strangers doesn't sit well with him.
• I was on my second cup of tea when I heard Noely and Amélie come in; I looked at my daughter's assistant, a beautiful girl with a youthful face, looking like a porcelain doll. She's so fair, her blue eyes giving her a magnificent charm.
• “What are you plotting there, Mom?” I hear my daughter say, pulling me out of my thoughts without finding a candidate for my desperate act.”
• “In the future, now tell me what brings you here at this hour and even carrying the Helena of Troy after work?” I see Amélie laughing at the way I call her.
• “I love it when Madame praises me like that, my spirits soar.” I see her laughing gently, and for a second, I consider the possibility.
• My daughter starts talking about the fashion show and everything we need to get done, both for Elisa's wedding and the show later in the evening. I know Amélie comes to the mansion to get ready for both the wedding and the first day of the fashion show.
• While my daughter goes over everything we need and asks for some advice, I look at her assistant, who seems oblivious to what's going through the mind of an old woman who just wants her grandson to wise up and leave this libertine life behind.
• And what if…
• Amélie is a beautiful woman; surely Tom will see her in a different light, but for that, we need to create situations for the interest to arise…
• Perhaps a marriage by contract, something so common nowadays, especially for heirs of great fortunes, could be a means for him to fall in love with a candidate. I have to think carefully.
• Amélie doesn't deserve to suffer because of my womanizing grandson.
• I turn towards the young woman in front of me and smile warmly, an idea forming in my head, still without many details, but perhaps it will help my grandson find the same love I once experienced with my beloved John.
• “Dear, do you already have an exclusive to participate in the fashion shows with us?” I ask directly to Amélie, who blushes charmingly, confirming the crazy idea I just had.
• “In fact, I hadn't thought of an exclusive; I bought a long blue dress since I'll be on staff,” I hear her say, and I put my hand on my chest, feeling offended by this.
• “Noely, stop everything; it's time to call some friends and get an exclusive for her,” I tell my daughter, who also seems surprised by the information.
• We see how surprised Amélie is by what I say, and she seems agitated, wanting to deny my intrusion into her choice of clothing.
• “Don't even try to deny it, Cher; I'll get one anyway. If it's a financial issue, you can pay in installments,” I say, hoping she'll accept, even though we see her shaking her head.
• As always, Arnault is an angel in helping me; he released an exclusive from his collection for me in return for a small favor, which I'm sure he will someday remind me of, sooner or later. His brand is becoming more famous every day; Dior will be a success again this year.
• There, we had everything ready and planned so that Amélie would appear beautiful in my grandson's eyes on the night of the fashion show. Of course, I will insist that he accompany his aunt's sweet assistant, like a good knight. I begin to think about the possibilities when my daughter sits beside me on the couch.
• “Madame Enora Miller, I know that look of cupid you're wearing right now!” My daughter exclaims, and I smile knowingly.
• “Tom needs a woman who makes him feel passion, who gives him reasons to leave behind this life of daily conquests,” I reveal my thoughts, but I see my daughter's face harden.
• “Mom, Amélie is a wounded woman, not by just any man, but by her own father. I don't think it will be that easy for Tom…” She trails off, but I wave my hand in front of her, dispelling her lack of faith.
• “Stop being pessimistic. I'm sure we can create a situation that makes him see her differently,” I say, trying to imagine what we can do.
• “Men like Tomás enjoy the chase, the woman who doesn't give everything away on a silver platter.” That will be the problem, getting Amélie interested in the situation and, more importantly, getting Tom to feel the same interest.
• Days passed, and we welcomed the family home a little before dinner. I had invited Amélie to join us for dinner with everyone, intending to introduce her, but she had another commitment, which turned out to be great since my dear grandson barely stepped foot in the house. It left me intrigued to know that he had already been on the hunt for some skirt, but Tomás Walker better be ready. If I don't make him a devoted man to one woman like his grandfather and father, I'll change my name.
• I woke up earlier than necessary and saw my dear womanizing grandson arriving home laughing with Kevin, another one that, if his mother allows me, I'll arrange a marriage for. Emma and Mike's family grew with my grandchildren, and I ended up adopting them as my grandchildren too. I can't understand how these two women, who dominated their men the moment they saw them, let the reins loose with their own sons.
• “I roll my eyes at the two Don Juans entering the mansion, little do they know that their party days are numbered; we just need to find the perfect opportunity for Tom to meet Amélie and fall for her. Noely already knows what to do.
• I've arranged with her that when we introduce them, she must vehemently forbid any approach. As my late mother used to say, everything forbidden is more enticing.
• During breakfast, I noticed the glances Amélie was throwing in my grandson's direction; there was recognition there, and not only that, I could see her complexion gaining a bit more color, leaving her with rosy cheeks. Confirmation came when he mentioned the exclusive piece, and we discovered two very interesting facts just over coffee.
• Tom found his motivation to leave his libertine life behind, and on top of that, he's already met Amélie, even if she was masked. Now that she's in my office with me, it's time for my move.
• “I need you to agree to marry my grandson!” I say all at once, noting her startled look turning into laughter.
• She gets up and starts walking, gesturing from me to the door, at times laughing at a joke I haven't heard yet.
• “I think you've shocked her, Mom; it's better to wait for her to calm down,” my daughter whispers beside me.
• Noely starts tapping her foot impatiently, glancing between me and her assistant, who stands in front of us with an incredulous look. I can't understand the difficulty in accepting marrying my grandson.”
• “Tell me what you're thinking; maybe I can help...” Once again, the door opens, and this time my daughter-in-law enters with a smile on her face.
• “Enora, I'm going out with Noah to buy something he forgot, and we'll be back soon. Everyone else has gone back to their rooms except Tom, who also left.” She blows us a kiss and says goodbye. I look again at Amélie, who seems lost in thought.
• “Are you thinking that I'm asking you to marry the biggest playboy in the United States, especially considering I'm just an assistant?” She says with a weight in her voice that concerns me. Does she think we're shallow people who care about status?
• “Darling, the fact that you're my daughter's assistant is irrelevant in this family. In case you didn't know, Emy was Noah's intern before they got married,” I say, chuckling as I remember the nepotism joke we always make when we're together.
• “It's not just that which worries me, madam. Your idea, forgive me for saying this, is crazy. What makes you think he'll be interested in me?” I see that she doesn't realize her own beauty. Amélie is a lovely girl, with blonde hair just below her shoulders, a slender face with perfect contours for a runway. The only thing she doesn't have in her favor is her height; she can't be more than 5'3”, but even so, she's beautiful.
• “Just tell me one thing!” I hear my daughter say, and I turn to face her. “Is he good in bed?” The young woman in front of us blushes from head to toe, and I stifle a laugh at the situation.
• “Madame...” We notice how embarrassed she is, twisting the fabric of the shirt she's wearing, trying to control her nerves. “Yes, he is, but I haven't revealed my face, so he seems very interested.”
• “No, Amélie, he's not just interested; he's determined to find you and make you his Cinderella.” I laugh at the comparison and don't understand the reason behind it.
• I look at the two of them discussing what he said after I left the table, but I still don't see how one thing leads to another. I continue to stare at them without understanding the connection.
• “I didn't tell him my name; I introduced myself as Ella, my favorite character,” Amélie replied when she realized she was lost in her explanations.
• “Anyway, Amélie, accept my proposal. I'll make Tom propose to you,” I say convincingly, looking at the young woman in front of me.
• She looked at me incredulously and started laughing again, as if I were crazy. Not that I didn't sometimes doubt my sanity. But with grandchildren like mine, sometimes we need to take several pills to maintain our mental health, and currently Tom is the one who worries me the most. I'm sure that with what I did in my will and now that he seems determined to find a masked woman, we'll soon have another wedding. Whether it will be a contractual or a romantic affair, only the two of them will decide.
• “Let me think about it. I can't just give you an answer like that,” I say, looking at Noely, who shrugs.
• “Okay, at least I know you'll think about it,” I say, smiling at her as she sits in front of me.
• “Don't worry, even if Mom's plan fails, your job won't be affected. Now tell me, what were you doing at the Moulin Rouge? He said you turned him down!” My daughter asks, and we notice how embarrassed she becomes.
• But if I want to turn this young woman into the future Mrs. Walker, I need to know who she really is, so I can give her an extensive course on becoming someone in high society.
• We wait for her to feel a little more comfortable before she starts telling us about her life.