Not Your Ordinary Cinderella Story

Chapter Eighteen

New York City, New York

Priscila

"Marcus? Where have you been?" I asked my son. We are at an annual event of a clothing company that I sometimes colaborate with. I'm quite close to the owner.

"Well mom, I just talkd to the girl of my dreams." He grinned and put his arms around me.

At the age of thirteen, he just turned thirteen last last month, he looks so mature and not his age. My son is a handsome guy, he's almost as tall as my chin at his young age.

We started to talk to people and he stayed beside me. He doesn't want any man around me lately because he's so fond of  Donatello.

Donatello is my best friend,or more like someone special. He adored Marcus so much as though they were father and son. That's how my son treats him.

The party ended and as soon as we walked out the hall, Marcus lead me to the car parking in front of us.

"Mom,go with Don. I'll just look for my bride." He kissed my cheek then run off.

"Marcus! You-"

"Let him, it's his time to look at girls. That's nothing serious." Donatello smiled at me.

We are heading to his gallery. He's a painter and a teacher too. I like every piece of work he does. And so are his students' arts. They're so relaxing to look at.

"Wait here, I'll get your portrait. " He smile again and left me in the lobby. I always feel so right when I'm in his gallery. It's like hit air is swirling around my body.

I started to look around..  The doors in the hallways are made of glass so I can see his students as they work on their art.

One caught my attention. It's a little girl painting, or so I thought. I think she's asian. Maybe that explains her petite body.

She's painting a hollywood star I know personally, it makes me wonder if he likes Danila Kovlovsky.

"There you are! Let's go." I saw Don at the end if the hallway with a covered portrait. I smiled and walk towards him.

"Sure,let's go."

As I am preparing our snack for movie, the phone in the living room rang.

"Don,can you please answer the phone?"

"Sure," he said to me. "Hello? Voda Residene speaking. Yes? How may I help you?"

I smiled as I hear him talking. We've been friends since I went to live here in US. I don't have any memory of my past except for what my friends in Paris, France told me.

I've been a victim of a hit and run there and I even had an eye surgery transplant. Thank God I have an eye donor. I don't know but I'm thankful for that person. I know she's a she but I never met her. She's a cancer patient that was dying, and she chose to give her eyes to me.

I'm glad that my son is with me at that time. He's the only familiar thing I have.

We looked so alike except for our eyes. The shape of his eyes is mine but the color is black. It's so dark that I feel like I'm drowning whenever I stared at it. My eyes are hazel. They look brown at night but at daylight, they are hazel. I feel like my eyes are like the cat's but then it doesnt have slits.

"Oh dear, someone found out your personal number and tjat girl is requesting you to make her wedding dress."

I laughed. "Give it to me.."

He handed the wireless phone and reached for the food I made.

"Yes hello?"

"Hey, what I'm saying is do my wedding dress, I want it black. Oh  come on kuya! Move away!"

I slighty move the phone away from my left ear. God, why is there so much yelling in there?

"Oh, hello?" I asked again.

"Oh? Ah yeah, so can miss Voda do it?"

"I am miss Voda, miss. Where are you in New York? Maybe we can meet. I don't make wedding dress without talking to my clients. And yes, I am going toake you one. Would you like to meet tomorrow lunch?" I missed making wedding gowns. If I'm not mistaken,she asked if I can make it black. I like the idea of it.

"Oh, ahm. I'm in the Philippines miss Voda."

I looked at Donatello, he smiled at me not knowing what we are talking about.

"Well, I need to think about it then. Let's again tomorrow. It's kinda late here in New York. Bye."

I dropped first.

"Why? What is it?" Don asked.

"Well, I liked the idea of making a black wedding dress. But she's so far. Besides, do you think Marcus would want to go? What if he won't? I'll feel bad leaving him here alone."

He reached for my hand. "He'll understand, no matter what he choose, I'll support both of you."

Then we kissed. It's always like this. I feel so inlove yet not so deep. I feel comfortable and safe. That's how I feel about his love for me.

"God mom, why don't you both get married? So I won't die from heart attack everytime Don kissed you like that!?" We parted and looked at my son.

He looked so sad despite of jokng about me and Don.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" I asked him.

"Mom, my first love broke my heart. Jenny have a boyfriend."

He went straight to his room.

So it was Jenny, my new secretary.