Mafia's tomorrow

13-Cliche

We sit in the farthest booth of the diner and wait for the waiter. My immense number of bags are in the trunk and I am starving.

After waiting a few minutes a girl comes. She looks around 20 something. She has platinum blond hair and blue eyes. One could make out she would look more beautiful without the tonne of makeup she had put on her face.

She hands us our menu and then start flirting with Mr. Carson here with me.

Come one, could this get anymore cliché.

Honestly, I don't feel jealous by her. I ignore her. Surely, I am attracted to that man but that pang of jealousy never came.

And I am happy that I am not harbouring any feelings for him. When I try to get her attention she just flips me off.

Oh no no. See you've been gravely been mistaken Ms. Waitress. Do not mess with me when I am hunger and getting annoyed.

"Stop shoving your tits in his face and take my order." I roll my eyes.

And voila, that seems to get her attention. She looks angry, and I want to laugh at her.

If looks could kill, I would be dead now, but come on they do not and she doesn't know that I can kill people with or without deadly looks.

I am not bothered, I have seen far more vicious things in my life than the scowl on this woman's face.

"One cheeseburger with curly fries and a chocolate milkshake, for me." Under other circumstances I would have said please, but not now.

I do not even make eye contact with her. Screw her. She decides to remain at her table, so I look up at her. I just narrow my eyes and she looks terrified and she goes in to get the food. After taking his order which is same.

Told you, I can be scary when I want to be.

"Jealous?"

"No, not even close."

"Looked like it." Seriously how massive is his ego.

"If you would've chosen her over me, I would seriously question you taste in women and would be happy that I got rid of a person who could not chose what is better between the two."

Shit, I really have no filter when I am annoyed and tired.

I could see my plan going in the sewage right in front of my eyes.

But to justify, what I said is true, I am no beauty queen but I can surely overcome her. And second, he would have lost our deal and it would harm both the cases same way.

Not exactly but I would have made him work for it and maybe give space or pretend to bring or cancel the deal. We both know, that I don't take bullshit, so if I wouldn't have done so, it might have caused suspicion.

Well, back to the situation in hand.

Firstly, he comprehends my words in a shocked face and then leaves out a hearty laugh. And I realise, I have grown to like it.

"You are something else Cara."

"So I've heard." I shrug with a small smile of my own and starts to devour the food that that arrived during my fiancé's laughing fit.

We eat, laugh and talk while keeping the conversation light.

Oddly, today I smiled a real smile.

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We reached home, had dinner and then proceeded to go back to our respective rooms.

While I was getting into bed after changing in night clothes, as I reach the bed, I notice a pile of boxes and bags next to the window.

My gifts!

I haven't opened them yet.

I go and pick up the first gift. It is covered in a silver packing sheet by Mr. Rigte. I open it to find a diamond bracelet. It is pretty and I might wear it someday in distant future.

Next is something similar by my dad's inner circle. One earrings of my birthstone and the other is a voucher of a hefty amount to work on any store.

Come one, don't people find something interesting and less show off gifts?

I open my dad's to find a treasure. A photo of my mom and me. These are photos that are kept from me and given me very occasionally. This one is of when I was just born. I am in her arms, sleeping while she is looking at me adoringly.

When I lost her, at 10, I was first disturbed and spoke as rarely as the situation required. By 11, when I was starting to build myself together, I wanted the fragments of the only person who loved me. I asked him and he gave me but piece by piece and said it would go like that.

At 16, I remember he gave me a letter by her.

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