RECOMPENSE ||NEW||ONGOING

Five

"You are getting married, in two weeks!" It was an alarm of concern.

"It's precisely on 21st July, Katrina." The response was rather calm and relaxed.

"Why did you pledge to that agreement, Alex?" Katrina sat down in one of the reed chairs at the balcony of their house.

"It's extremely beneficial." Alexander who sat opposite her sipped on his whisky.

"This is your life, Alexander De Luca. Keep the profession out of it, please." She begged.

" I have ambitions, Katrina. I have aspirations. I have goals. Luckily, dad wants a daughter-in-law. I would have hit two birds with one stone."

"Dad is insane, Alex and you know it." She said instantly losing appetite for her tea. She placed the cup down on it's saucer.

"Alex, no need to be hasty. All these goals can wait. Just don't trade your life to Santino's pointless demands."

"Leave that perspective, Katrina. Think about it in dad's perspective."

"Alex, dad is being impatient."

"And you are being sentimental, Katrina."

"Why not? We are thick blood."

"Katrina, trust the process and do away with all the sentiments."

"Do you love, Santino's daughter, Alex?"

"I want to marry her."

"Does she want to marry you?"

"The wedding shopping is done. You are invited."

"I'll be there for you, Alex." Katrina sighed, "I cannot miss my young brother's wedding."

"I'll go check on Ivy. She must want to pee." Katrina stood up to leave.

"You owe her, by the way!" She shouted as she closed the glass door behind her.

"I'll compensate." Alexander picked up his glass as a man of medium shape and similar height to his walked through the doors. All his features were Alexander's. He was appealing even at his old age. His beards were completely shaved unlike Alex's. That was the difference between the two men.

"Good evening, son."

"Dad!" Alexander sat up in his chair.

"Maintain your seat and only listen closely. Sacrifices are inevitable. Katrina having mostly the genes of her mother knows not. Stick to what is yielding and endeavour to bring a woman home." The old man left.

Alexander heavily cleared his throat as he leaned forward. The evening breeze swayed by just to clear out his head.

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"Mademoiselles Philippa!" Oliver knocked at Phil's bedroom door with a tray of food in his hands.

"Go away, damn you!" Philippa cried, "go away Oliver!" She continued to scream. Oliver stood confusion and fear marking itself on all his features. He kept turning and returning.

"Please open mademoiselles Philippa." He knocked again but all he had were silent sobs.

"Open the door, Philippa!" Dominique knocked at the door.

"Ms. Philippa Mitchel, open the door!"

"I'm coming dad!" Philippa opened the door and stood behind it.

"Phil-" Dominique was surprised at the speed at which Philippa poked out her head from behind the door and made a barking sound to scare him.

"So, you weren't crying?" Dominique chuckled as his palm cupped his daughter's cheek.