Coveted Obsession: (Book 1)

Getting to Know Him

Monday, May 18, 2020

Chapter: Four

Around eleven, I call mom, telling her it would be easier if we just drove to Seattle, got ready at their house, and drove to the event. She agrees and calls Manfred, telling him the change of plans.

I hang up and put my phone in my purse. I've taken a shower and washed my hair, so the people mom got to doll us up won't have to do much. I walk into the living room and place my purse on the bag I'm bringing with extra clothes inside. Shay comes walking out with her makeup bag and PINK duffle bag.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, just about," I say and go into the bathroom to grab my makeup supplies, hair supplies, and my toothbrush and toothpaste and put them into a separate bag. Now, I'm ready.

We get to Seattle around one. We drive up to the entrance of The Royale Palace and get out. I grab my stuff, and Shay grabs hers. She hands her keys to the valet and gives him a wink. He blushes and smiles. Ah, the Shayla Stewart charm. It works for everyone.

The elevator doors open to the main hallway. We walk down and stop at the gated doors.

"Hello, Miss Strong. Miss. Stewart." Martin says, greeting us.

"Hey, Martin. It's nice seeing you again. How have you been?" I ask as he opens the door.

"I've been good, thank you."

"Good, how's mom?"

Martin turns towards me, his eyes wide.

"Right. Thanks for the heads up." I say nervously. Mom always gets carried away when it comes to public outings. She's the one who gets everyone ready and prepared. She always goes insane on these nights. All of the staff are busy getting everything ready. She needs everything to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Especially the people she's attending with.

I sigh and flinch as I hear a plate smash and hear mom yell in Croatian.

"Krist! Jos Jedan? Ti unistavas moje antikne plocei glupo, zena!" Shay and I both turn towards each other and cower. We walk into the main room. It's an eighteenth-century designed house. Manfred designed it. Mom wanted something warm and didn't think something modern would have that. Everything from the Pluma Bianca Priscilla curtains made by Vera Wang to the African Blackwood fireplace. Manfred did everything for her, right up to the single diamond in her karat Princess Cut Diamond ring. Everything was made for her.

Martin, Shay, and I walk farther into the room. One woman wearing a maid's outfit and holding the fabric in her arms scurries past us, not even looking at us. What is happening? Where is mom?

"Koliko vam puta moram reci? Stavijate crnu haljinu s crnim cipelama, crvenom haljinom s crvenim cipelama. Nije tako tesko, Cassahara." Mom shouts.

Martin clears his throat and calls mom. I hear silence, then angry footsteps.

"Boze, moj zivot je tojiko tesko?" I hear mom grumble. "Sto je sada, Martin."

"Tvoji su dvorci ovdje, gospodo." Martin replies.

"Oh, Katharine, Shayla. You guys made it. I hadn't heard you two come in." Mom says, her voice warming. She rounds the corner and walks up to me, giving me two air kisses. She gives Shay two as well. Mom has hair curlers in her hair and has on a silk gray bathrobe. She looks beautiful even without makeup.