Mafia's tomorrow

6-20 questions

" Okay let's start." I mumble.

" My first question. Easy. Favourite colour?"

" Don't have. All of them show us a different meaning. I can't choose any one." I answer truthfully.

" hmm. To be honest, I thought it would be black." I am tired of people assuming. I roll my eyes and say.

" You're not the only one to think that. So, my chance. What do you think about this deal and the fact you are my fiancé ?"

" Don't beat around the bush, do you?" He chuckles but answers my question. " I have known about this since I was 18. Initially, it came as a shock but I was fine with it. I wasn't in love with someone, so it really didn't matter."

" And the fact that you are my fiancé ?" I repeat the second part of my question.

" About that. I don't know you to judge you."

" You know enough about me and my reputation." I remark.

" I do. But I am also someone else in my head quarters and so might be you."

Reasonable answer. I think. He surely came prepared with everything.

" Are you okay, with the fact that you are my fiancé ?"

" I am sitting here, aren't I ?" I retort sarcastically.

This only gets a chuckle out of him.

As much as I want to hate things about him, for now it is turning the opposite. I am loving his laugh, demeanor and everything else.

Shit, this is not suppose to happen.

YOU HAVE TO HATE HIM CARA... I remind myself again and again. THIS IS ALL A SHOW.A FACADE.

While I was going to ask my next question. Instead of my voice, the knock on the door is heard.

DAD. I am sure of it.

We get up and move to the door and open it.

I am a future teller. I laugh internally at my pathetic attempt of a joke.

Voila. There is my dad.

"Cara dear, everyone is waiting for you both downstairs. Let's go down."

I am surprised that this man's personality doesn't melt in the sun. He is a complete fake. Cheaper than a cheap plastic.

And look at me.

I smile and nod. Maybe I am too.

But atleast, I have a reason to all this. I console myself.

I glace towards Jax and continue my way downstairs.

He follows close behind.

When I reach downstairs. There is no change in the seating position of all of these people. I sit down at my earlier position as it was empty. So does Jax and my dad.

Sophia smiles and starts the conversation.

" How was everything up there?" She asks with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Daniel eyes are filled with love for his wife. And a small, buried part of me wishes I could also have that or atleast saw that in anyway. I shove that thought aside back to that cell in my heart.

Thankfully, Jax answers for me.

" It was lovely mother."

I suppress my snort.

Mother ! Mother ? Really?! What is this 18th century?

I don't disagree and keep my mouth shut.

** *

They present me my gifts by each one of them. I don't open them and decide to do it later.

Only, one thing that I have received no gift from Jax. No problem.

And why the heck am I bothered? I question myself.

We have dinner.

Egg drop chicken soup. Grilled Romaine Vegan Caesar Wedges as salad. Main course was filled with dishes. Sole meuniere with rice pilaf, hasselback butternut squash with bay leaves, grilled garlic and black pepper shrimp, ratatouille, slow grilled leg of lamb with mint yogurt and salsa verde and classic steak and salmon. 

LAVISH and waste of lot of food. That was the only though that came into my mind.

Apple pie, créme brulée, and soufle for deserts.

Most of it was ordered from the most expensive restaurant. I can't even begin to imagine what would happen to poor Agatha if she had to make everything.

I am impressed. There is not a single setback where my dad has left to impress the Carsons. Well except of his intentions.

The dinner went well. When asked, ' why such a extravagant dinner?', the answer was 'My dear Cara's birthday. Every birthday was like that and maybe this would be the last one. So extra touch must be given to it.'

In reality the truthful answer would have been, ' I am a selfish bastard who doesn't think of anything beyond my benefits. As this dinner is the key to make me top of the mafia world, I think spending some money wouldn't be so bad. Talking about Cara's birthday. That I did not remember until morning. When I was reminded, I did not wish her. Which is usual .Let me remember when I last wished her, well never.'

Thinking about it makes me chuckle, which is just after my beloved dad's fake reason. Thus, all the attention is drawn to me.

While some are looking at me giving confused faces and some glares. I guess you can guess who gives each one of them?