Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Andi

Since I started working for Becken, every day felt like I was living someone else’s life, and tonight was no exception

It I was astounded when I first saw Beckett’s estate, the place where he grew up looked like a castle pulled out of a fairytale, except that a palace in a fairy tale didn’t have guards in sharp suits wearing sunglasses at night and carpieces attached to their cars. They keep whispering in their car, reporting what they see every second.

Grand and luxurious didn’t even cover how magnificent the Maldini palace was Gold lights illuminated the stone walls, making them glow as it a million stars were shining on them in the darkness of the night

The limousine rounded the fountain in front of the mansion, and my eyes were already full from the luxury these people basked in every day. Siobhan and Lila stepped out of the limo. A man with a bald head and a sharp tuxedo helped them out He stood tall, like a pole that could withstand an intensity–seven earthquake

He opened his gloved hand for me. I swallowed hard, staring at his hand as if it would burn me.

“Good evening, Madam,” the guy said, his face blank.

“Oh, good evening,” I said, placing my hand in his and allowing him to help me out of the car as he did with Siobhan and

Lila.

The moment my heels hit the ground, music rose around me a live orchestra, the kind you only hear in movies about people who don’t worry about overdue bills. The celebration wasn’t inside the mansion; the courtyard was lit up like a midsummer dream. Voices, laughter, clinking glasses–all of it wrapped around me in a way that made turning back impossible.

“Let’s go!” Siobhan looped her hand around mine as we followed Lila toward the courtyard.

I looked over my shoulder, trying to figure out where the limo would be parked so I’d know where to go if things went south.

Looking back, I realized that even the fountain in the roundabout was bigger than our trailer house. The paved path we walked on looked like it hadn’t even experienced the stain of mud when it rained. The shrubs lining the garden received grooming more than my hair ever had, and the grass blanketing the courtyard was healthier than Mom’s plants in her tiny garden.

As we reached the courtyard, my steps faltered. This must be what they call cold feet, because crossing the invisible line into that party meant I’d have to blend in with people who probably earn my monthly salary in a day’s work without lifting a finger.

Tables dotted the lawn like pearls scattered over an emerald sea. Garden lights twinkled overhead, like fallen stars. The stage at the far end hosted the orchestra, playing music I’d never heard outside social media ads. Women shimmered in designer gowns and diamonds that probably had names. Men wore suits worth more than my future.

And they were staring at me. Why the hell are they looking at me? And not subtly Not kindly

“I can’t do this,” I whispered, gripping Siobhan’s hand so tightly my knuckles ached.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, squeezing back.

“They’re looking at me,” I voiced. “Why are they looking our way?”

‘They are not looking at me, but at Siobhan,‘ that is my brain trying to protect me.

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“They are,” she admitted. Not helpful for my heartbeat currently sprinting for Olympic gold. “Because you look stunning in that dress, Andi.”

Right. The dress. The shoes. The gems. None of this belonged to me. It was all an expensive costume that Lila and Siobhan tricked me into wearing. I barely recognized myself in the salon mirror earlier.

“They’ll know,” I muttered. “They’ll see right through this.”

“No, they won’t,” Siobhan said firmly. “We just need to speak with Nana Lucy, and we’re out of here. I don’t like gatherings. like this as well, you know.”

1 glanced up at Siobhan. She had been a friend that I didn’t know I needed. I smiled at her gratefully. “Okay. I can do this.”

Siobhan gave me a gentle boost of confidence.

Across the courtyard, Vivian waved us over. She sat with four women who looked like they ate people from trailer parks for breakfast. Their eyes swept over me like lasers as we approached.

Lila kissed them on the cheeks. Siobhan stayed glued to my side while Vivian introduced us. The women complimented Lila, gushed over her, then inspected me the way someone inspects a bruise–barely concealed curiosity with a pinch of judgment.

I exhaled only when Lila tugged us toward an empty corner table.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “I had to greet Mom’s amigas.”

“It’s okay.” I lied. “They don’t look so bad.”

Lila snorted. “Don’t believe what you see here. They could be smiling now, but two hours later, they’ll be ready to stab the next person in the back. Or slit the throat of whoever’s sleeping next to them.”

My entire spine locked because Lila sounded like she wasn’t joking. “You… you don’t really mean that,” I said hopefully.

“She’s not joking,” Siobhan added. “Don’t trust anyone except me, Lila, Vivian, and Beckett, okay?”

I wanted to scream “Then why did you bring me here?‘ but instead reached for a glass of water, my throat dry as the desert.

“I’ll get us drinks,” Lila said. “I need to be not sober to get through this night.”

Once she left, people immediately flocked to Siobhan, discussing business I didn’t understand. I sat quietly, feeling like a child dragged to a grown–up’s party.

“How about you?” a model in a silver dress asked me. “How long have you worked with Siobhan?”

She had been giving me her monologue for about ten minutes now. I don’t understand a word she says, but this one 1 cant answer “Oh–I’m not a model,” I said.

Her brows furrowed. “Agent then?”

“No. I’m just… I’m just a…” I glanced at Siobhan. She was in deep conversation with two men in suits. “An aspiring chet

“Chef?” she echoed, like I’d said I was aiming to be the president of the United States. “Really?”

“Yes. I asked Siobhan for a gig with the Maldinis,” I explained with a nod, believing my own lie.

“Ohhh.” She blinked at me like she understood absolutely nothing. “I thought she only handled models and professional

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“I thought so too,” I said, forcing a laugh. “But apparently she also handles employment for the Maldinis once in a while.”

She pouted. “If I knew they were hiring a chef, I’d have applied too. That is… if I knew how to cook.” She giggled, then leaned in as if she would tell me her deepest darkest secret. “Did you know Beckett Hale is a Maldini? I’ve had a crush on him forever.”

My face wanted to prune. ‘Of all the baseball players, Beckett? Really?‘ I wanted to say, but caught myself before I endangered myself.

“Oh, he is?” I asked, keeping my face blank. “Er, who’s Beckett Hale?”

She gasped. “You don’t know?! He’s a baseball legend!”

“Ah, got it,” I said, pretending to. “Beckett Hale. I’d better keep that in mind if I am to work here.”

She giggled, then frowned at her champagne. “I need something stronger. You want one?”

“I’ll get us drinks,” I offered quickly. “What do you want?”

“Martini,” she said, batting her lashes.

“Tell Siobhan I’m at the bar,” I said as I left. I didn’t even catch her name.

The bar was across the courtyard, and my heels sank into the grass with every step. I was halfway there when someone grabbed my arm.

“What the-”

Words died down on my throat because I was staring into my boss’s icy–gray eyes.

“You,” he growled, tone low and dangerous. “Come with me.”

His nostrils flared. His grip was firm as he dragged me out of the courtyard like the world was on fire,

And somehow, I can’t find the will in my heart to break free from his warm, iron grip hold.

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