Chapter Thirty-three

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"Take a deep breath and repeat these numbers after me," Maddalena whispered.

"14"

"14"

"9"

"9"

"248"

"That's random." I chuckled.

"248"

I felt myself calm down and my tremor slowed to a halt.

"Thank you," I said and she smiled.

"I'm your doctor. It's my job."

"Don't trip" my subconscious joked.

"Girl! Why would you put that in my mind right now? I'm about to descend a whole flight of stairs!" I yelled at her.

"It's a joke...And it would be extremely funny if you fell." She laughed.

"And embarrassing." I pointed out.

"Smile" Maddalena whispered in my ear breaking me out of my mind.

I smiled as elegantly as I could. I spotted the Don at the base of the stairs and some of the men had stood to look at me. I was the center of attention. All eyes were on me. I scanned the room to see if there were any looks of disgust or any taunting looks but I found none. I couldn't decipher what the men were thinking but some part of me knew it was all positive.

Why then wouldn't the Don's family accept me?

The Don stretched out his hand and I took it, a smile still plastered on his face. He had on a grin that looked painfully sincere.

"Alright time to fake it."

"It's all you babe. It's all you."

"You look breathtakingly ravishing." He whispered as he kissed my cheek.

"Your sister said the same thing," I replied smiling back.

"Did she? I guess we do think alike." He whispered again kissing my other cheek.

"This is the woman you wanted to meet. This is Eve. Eve, these are my business associates here in Mexico." He introduces.

"Say something classy then curtsy." My subconscious advices.

"Good idea." It honestly is.

"Pleasure to finally meet you gentlemen," I said with all the confidence I could master then as planned I curtsied.

The men responded with a bow and I was surprised. I didn't know what to do so I turned to the Don who had a prideful look on his face. I could see Maddalena in my peripheral vision smiling and nudging Angelo who too was in a burgundy suit. Angelo gave her a shrug and she smiled.

The men came one by one to greet me, introduce themselves, and tell me about their relationship with the Don. They would walk up to the Don bow then look towards me, extend their hands and I would extend mine likewise. Only for them to kiss my gloved hand and then converse with me still holding my hand.

I had never smiled so much in my life. My cheekbones hurt and my feet throbbed. I had been listening to these men praise themselves and the Don only to ask me a few questions like

"Is it your first time in Mexico?"

"How old are you?"

"How has the Don been treating you?"

"Do you enjoy luxury?"

"Do you come from a life of luxury?"

"Was this your first time on a plane? I know most African countries don't have functioning planes."

To which I answered

"Yes it is my first time in Mexico and the weather is great. I love it here."

"Oh has no one ever told you not to ask a lady her age?" This one they would respond by saying
"You're just a little too young to be standing with his man right here." And I'd just laugh and brush it off. Although one of the men went as far as to ask if I was over 18 to which the Don glared him to silence and he walked away.

"Very well, thank you for asking. I hope you treat the ladies in your life just as good."

"Yes, it would be an insult to say I don't."

"No, but I do come from a financially stable household. So I know a thing or two about budgets and priorities."

"No, it wasn't."

Some asked if I could read, others asked if I knew the difference between capital and investment, while others just wanted to know if I had ever seen a native American before. I had a few meaningful conversations. The older men were nicer and sweeter they asked about my comfort the most whilst the rest just asked condescending questions. During all of these conversations, I would turn to Don for support and he would pitch in. It was refreshing having him by my side. His support meant a lot to me today. How unfortunate that it is fleeting.

[AN]

Was it racism or ignorance?
Remember these are powerful men in Mexico and Italy. Would they assume that all Africans are poor?

Also my subconscious and I were talking about all the suspicious things Alberto (the Don) has ever said or done.

Please comment on them below I need a good laugh.

EVEWaar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu