In a grand mansion overlooking the hills of Madrid lived Alejandro Doval, a young, charming businessman who had everything—companies, cars, gold watches—but lacked one thing money could never buy: peace.

After a public breakup with his fiancée, Alejandro became distant and guarded. He no longer trusted people’s kindness, believing everyone wanted something from him.

That’s when he hired Lucía Herrera, a twenty-two-year-old maid from a quiet countryside town. After losing her parents, she needed work desperately. Alejandro’s home amazed her—the tall ceilings, velvet carpets, priceless art—but she never touched anything she wasn’t meant to. She only cleaned, worked quietly, and left with a polite smile.

The Voice in the Hallway
At first, Alejandro barely noticed her. But one cold night, while sitting alone by the fireplace, he heard soft humming from the hallway—Lucía’s trembling voice singing an old lullaby. Something about that sound reached deep into him. That night, for the first time in months, he slept peacefully.

A few days later, a friend laughed:
“You should be careful with your new maid. Sweet faces sometimes hide intentions.”

Proud and distrustful, Alejandro decided to put her to the test.

The Silent Test
That evening, he pretended to sleep on the living room sofa. On the table beside him: his most expensive gold watch, an open wallet, and a pile of cash. Lucía arrived at ten, barefoot, hair tied back, holding a small lamp. She moved quietly, afraid to disturb the silence.

Alejandro waited for her to show even the slightest temptation. But she didn’t. She gently covered his shoulders with a blanket and whispered,
“I wish I weren’t so alone…”

Then she took the gold watch—not to steal it, but to wipe it carefully with her handkerchief. She returned it exactly where it had been. Before leaving, she left a dried daisy and a folded piece of paper.

Curious, Alejandro sat up. On the note, written in shaky handwriting:
“Sometimes, those who have everything need something as simple as being seen as good.”

That night, he couldn’t sleep. The sentence echoed in his mind, painful and comforting at once.

Words That Stayed
The next morning, Alejandro watched Lucía in the kitchen. Her silence wasn’t distant; it was peaceful. It wasn’t ambition—it was honesty, almost pure enough to hurt.

Day after day, he found himself thinking about her. He repeated the test, pretending to sleep—and again, she covered him gently, whispered kind words, and turned off the light before leaving.

Finally, he couldn’t pretend any longer. One night, he opened his eyes just as she was about to leave.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked quietly.

Lucía gasped, dropping her cloth.
“Mr. Doval! I… I thought you were asleep.”

“I was pretending,” he admitted softly. “I wanted to see who you really are.”

Her eyes lowered in embarrassment.
“You tested me?” she asked.
He nodded.
“I thought everyone wanted something from me. But you… you only leave flowers and kindness. Why?”

Lucía hesitated, then whispered,
“Someone once told me that when a person hides behind wealth, they end up surrounded by things, but empty of people. And you… you look very lonely.”

Alejandro didn’t know what to say. No one had spoken to him like that in years.

That night, they talked for hours—about her hometown, her grandmother, the smell of freshly baked bread, his fears, and his loneliness.

The Change in the Air
Weeks passed. The house felt warmer. Alejandro smiled again. He invited Lucía for breakfast, asked her opinion on music, even shared emails that annoyed him. Something quiet but real was growing—not instant love, but mutual respect, built from honesty and calm presence.

One afternoon, he noticed dozens of daisies drying under the sun.
“Why daisies?” he asked.
Lucía smiled gently.
“Even the simplest flowers can make someone who has everything smile.”

The Letter on the Table
Not everyone was happy with the change. A jealous business partner spread rumors that Lucía was manipulating him. Alejandro’s doubt crept in. The next morning, Lucía didn’t come. Only a note remained:

“Please don’t worry about me, Mr. Doval. I’ll always be grateful for our talks, but I’d rather leave before becoming another shadow in your life. Take care. — L.”

Alejandro searched everywhere, but she had vanished.

The Bakery by the Sea
Months later, traveling through a coastal town, he noticed a little bakery with a hand-painted sign: “Lucía’s Daisies.”

Inside stood Lucía, kneading dough, eyes glowing softly. When she saw him, her hands froze, rolling pin slipping to the floor.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he said, voice trembling.
“Me too,” she whispered.

He placed a dried daisy from his pocket on the counter.
“You never took anything from me, Lucía. But you took away my fear of opening my heart.”

Tears filled her eyes. For the first time, Alejandro didn’t pretend to sleep. He stood fully awake, looking at the only person who had ever truly made him feel alive.