Collision

Chapter 4

Mariana’s POV

After watching television, I had fallen asleep for a couple hours. My parents’ fight put me in a drowsy state. I looked at the clock and it was almost 18:00. I didn’t know I could sleep for five hours straight in the middle of the day. I stretched a bit when I heard a knock at the door.

“Miss. Mariana I have some news.” Jeffrey said.

“Come in please.” I stated.

“Did you have a nice nap?” He asked. His hands were behind his back as he genuinely asked me. I nodded and smiled. I liked when he asked me how I was or questions like this. I felt like no one else really cared.

“That’s good to hear. Your mother informed me of dinner plans that your father and her have and they want you to get ready in an hour so you could come along.” He explained.

I groaned. “Do I have to come?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so Miss. Mariana. It’s with a co-worker of your father and his family. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.” He said, sympathetically.

“Or I could have the worst time of my life and I would’ve wasted hours of my life on this stupidity.” I said, laughing and Jeffery laughed along with me.

“It won’t be that bad. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.” He replied.

“Thank you Jeffery.” I said and smiled. He returned the gesture and left the room, closing it on the way out and I stood up to pick out clothes from my closet.

In about 45 minutes I had gotten showered and dressed and had my hair and makeup was done. I was wearing a white, short sleeve dress that had lace on it and went up to my knees and also wore nude colored heels. I curled my brown hair a bit to make it look wavy and wore light makeup but added red lipstick for some color.

I hurried down the stairs so my parents could see that I had made it on time. “Why are you running down, did I raise you in a farm?” My mother asked.

“Hardly raised me at all.” I mumbled.

“What did you say?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing.” I said.

“Let’s get going now then. Jeffery make sure they bring out the car.” My father said.

“Certainly sir.” Jeffery said and ran outside.

Moments later we were in the Mercedes car and my father was driving, speeding is a better word for it if you asked me.

We got there in no time and I examined the restaurant that I had been to a billion times. ‘Valenza’s Antithetic Mirage’ was the name of it but it was mainly called Valenza’s. Rumor has it that the restaurant owner had a wife named Valenza who died of cancer before their dream of owning a restaurant was accomplished so, in honor of her, he opened the restaurant with her name and the words antithetic mirage after it which means different illusion because she never saw cancer as something she should be upset about. She saw it in a different perspective, hence the name. It was a beautifully, sad story.

We walked in and I saw the chandeliers hanging everywhere and the lighting was bright. The colors inside were plain, beige and browns everywhere, very neutral if you asked me. Some were nice though, touches of gold were here and there. We waited in line at the front desk to be seated.

“Good evening, welcome to Valenza’s, I’m Niall, do you have a reservation for tonight sir?” The guy asked my dad. He had blonde and brown hair and an earring and he looked really friendly. His accent was also quiet adorable, different from what I’m used to hearing.