Lara's brows furrowed. Personal caretaker? That was definitely not normal corporate gossip. But it wasn't her business.
Home – That Evening
Lara returned home just as the sky turned a mellow orange. The apartment complex in the upper Eastview district glowed under the sunset. Inside, Emily stood by the stove, her sleeves rolled up, stirring a pot of creamy mushroom risotto. Neno, her lifelong best friend, was perched on the kitchen counter with a glass of peach spritzer.
"I'm telling you," Neno said, playfully nudging Emily with her foot, "you need to live a little. Go out. Dance. Let loose."
Emily chuckled. "And I'm telling you, I need a job. I can't just live off your generosity."
Neno rolled her eyes. "I own a floral café, not the country, Em. You're not draining me."
> Neno's Business: Petal & Steam – A quaint fusion café that sold handcrafted floral teas and fresh flower arrangements in the heart of the artisan district.
Just then, Lara walked in, removing her shoes and placing her bag down.
"Mama," she greeted, kissing Neno's cheek. "You're cooking again?"
"It helps me think," Emily replied softly.
"You're spoiling us," Lara grinned, disappearing into her room to change for dinner.
They gathered around the table — a modest oak rectangle that held memories of laughter, late-night talks, and occasional spilled wine.
"I'm going out after dinner," Neno said, dabbing her mouth. "A supplier from Graywood Grove wants to discuss expanding Petal & Steam to the lakeside markets."
"That's amazing, Neno," Lara beamed. "You've always dreamed of opening near the water."
"I'm proud of you," Emily said warmly. "Two days in and already doing more than me."
Neno stood, smoothed her dress, and kissed Emily's temple. "You'll find something. I know you will."
After dinner, the three women curled on the couch, blankets pulled tight, a classic rom-com playing in the background. But the warmth of the moment gave way to deeper talks.
"I don't have qualifications," Emily said, her voice low. "No degrees. No certificates. No experience in this city."
"You have life experience," Neno said. "That counts. You can work as a cleaner, a housekeeper, or maybe something more personal. Some people want trust more than a diploma."
Emily smiled faintly. "Thanks for believing in me."
"Always."