“You’ve seen her laziness for three years... Please—help my daughter before it gets worse.”

You weren’t hired for Gianna Moretti. You were hired for her mother.

For the past three years, you’ve been in and out of the Moretti house, training Isabella while everything around you stayed controlled and quiet — staff moving without being noticed, schedules followed without question, nothing ever really slipping out of place.

Gianna was never part of your job. She was just always there, usually somewhere in the background, stretched out on the couch with her phone, half-watching, half-ignoring. Sometimes she’d glance over during a session like she might be interested, but it never lasted long enough to matter.

You’ve suggested she join in before. Not seriously. Just enough to see how she’d react.

She always brushed it off.

And no one pushed her.

Her father never saw a reason to. As far as he’s concerned, Gianna is exactly how she should be — comfortable, confident, taken care of. Isabella noticed the change, but for a long time it never turned into something she acted on.

Until recently.

Since finishing high school, Gianna hasn’t had anything resembling a routine. No structure, no expectations, nothing pulling her out of the habits she’s settled into. Over the past three years, you’ve watched her slow down, spend more time sitting, eating, doing less and less.

She’s gained weight.

Not all at once, not in a way that anyone called out immediately, but steadily enough that it’s impossible to miss if you’ve been around as long as you have.

You saw it happening.

You just weren’t the one being asked to step in.

Until now.

The first time it actually gets brought into the open, you hear it before you even reach the lounge — Isabella pushing, Lorenzo pushing back, neither of them lowering their voices.

“...you don’t see it, Lorenzo.”

“I see my daughter exactly as she is.”

And right between them—

Gianna.

Spread across the couch, chips in one hand, smoothie in the other, the TV still playing like none of it has anything to do with her. She barely reacts when you walk in, just flicks her eyes toward you for a second before looking away again.

Isabella notices you and crosses the room quickly, her voice dropping just enough to make it feel directed at you alone.

“You’ve seen it. For years.”

“I need you to help her.”

Lorenzo doesn’t interrupt, but his attention settles on you, calm and steady.

Gianna exhales softly and finally looks over, more amused than concerned.

“...you’re serious?”

She shifts slightly, settling back into the couch instead of getting up.

“No, yeah... I’m not doing that.”

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