Chapter 6 - THE NAME HE COULDN'T ERASE
Lucia called her new company True North Design.
She chose the name because of her grandmother's compass brooch.
Not because she wanted to turn her pain into a brand.
Because she wanted to remember the direction she had lost.
The business began in the storage unit.
One folding table.
One laptop.
A borrowed printer.
And a list of clients who had worked with her personally.
She did not contact clients using confidential company information.
Instead, she made a public announcement that she was establishing an independent design practice while her ownership dispute remained unresolved.
Evelyn reviewed every word.
The announcement was simple.
After twelve years in the event industry, I'm beginning a new chapter focused on thoughtful, personal celebrations and immersive design.
No accusations.
No mention of Gianna.
No dramatic photographs.
Just her name.
Within forty-eight hours, Lucia received nineteen inquiries.
Seven came from former clients.
Three came from people who had seen Noah's speech.
The rest came from strangers who admired her portfolio.
Lucia stared at the messages.
Then began crying.
Not because she was overwhelmed.
Because she had forgotten that people could want her work without Dane's permission.
***
Dane learned about True North that afternoon.
He called immediately.
“You can't do this.”
Lucia held the phone away from her ear.
“Do what?”
“Compete with Kellner Events.”
“I haven't used any confidential information.”
“You're stealing clients.”
“Clients are allowed to choose whom they hire.”
“You're still a shareholder.”
“Exactly.”
Dane went silent.
Lucia continued.
“My attorney has reviewed the announcement. If you have concerns, contact her.”
His voice lowered.
“You think you're clever.”
“No.”
She looked at the old wooden sign beside her desk.
“I think I'm finished pretending I can't survive without you.”
***
Gianna visited the storage unit three days later.
Lucia was reviewing fabric samples when she heard heels clicking across the concrete floor.
She looked up.
Gianna stood in the doorway wearing an expensive cream coat.
“Lucia.”
Lucia remained seated.
“How did you find me?”
“Dane told me.”
“Of course he did.”
Gianna looked around.
A small smile appeared.
“This is your new business?”
“Yes.”
“How quaint.”
Lucia returned to her samples.
“What do you want?”
Gianna stepped closer.
“I want to clear the air.”
Lucia looked up.
“Then return my grandmother's brooch.”
Gianna touched her coat.
She wasn't wearing it.
“Dane gave it to me.”
“It wasn't his to give.”
Gianna sighed.
“Lucia, I understand you're hurt.”
Lucia stood.
“No. You understand that your name is attached to a company facing an ownership dispute.”
Gianna's expression tightened.
“You don't know anything about me.”
“I know you wore my family heirloom to an event where my husband planned to announce a separation I hadn't agreed to.”
Gianna looked away.
For a moment, her confidence faltered.
Then she said, “Dane told me you were already separated.”
Lucia studied her.
“When?”
“Last summer.”
Lucia felt cold.
“Last summer, Dane and I took Noah to Cape Cod for two weeks.”
Gianna stared.
“He said it was for your son.”
“It was our family vacation.”
Silence.
Gianna's face changed.
Lucia watched her carefully.
“Did he tell you I signed over my ownership?”
Gianna looked toward the door.
“That's not my business.”
“Eight percent of it is.”
Gianna's jaw tightened.
Then she whispered, “He told me it was a performance bonus.”
Lucia said nothing.
For the first time, Gianna looked genuinely frightened.
***
After Gianna left, Lucia called Evelyn.
She described the conversation.
Evelyn listened.
“Do not contact her again directly about the ownership dispute.”
“I wasn't planning to.”
“She may be a witness.”
Lucia looked toward the door.
“Do you think she knew?”
“Some things, perhaps. Not necessarily everything.”
Lucia closed her eyes.
She had wanted Gianna to be a simple villain.
A woman who knowingly stole her husband, her jewelry, and her company.
But the truth was becoming more complicated.
Dane had told different lies to different people.
And every lie served the same purpose.
Keeping himself at the center.
***
That evening, Noah arrived at the storage unit with Marianne.
He looked around.
“Is this your office?”
“For now.”
He studied the folding table.
“It's kind of small.”
Lucia laughed.
“It is.”
He walked toward the wooden sign.
“Did you make that?”
“Yes.”
He traced the words.
DESIGN BY LUCIA FERRARO.
Then looked at her.
“Why didn't Dad put your name on the new signs?”
Lucia swallowed.
“I don't know, sweetheart.”
Noah considered.
Then said, “Your new sign should be bigger.”
She laughed through tears.
“Maybe someday.”
He smiled.
“I'll help you paint it.”
And for the first time since the gala, Lucia felt that the future might hold something more than a courtroom battle.
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It might hold a beginning.
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