Chapter 27

We love each other for no reason, we forget each other for no reason, those who still believe in love, my God, you are naive.

I was late for lunch so I hurried up the stairs. Ivan had bothered me with his paperwork and suddenly I thought, if he wasn't my best friend, I would have him already. fired a long time ago, he was too incompetent to be so highly placed.

I hadn't even entered the dining room when I already heard my mother scream.

My mother was certainly one of the few people who mattered to me, but I had to admit that she was not always kind to strangers.

I walked through the large opening and the first thing I saw was Elisabeth, a tray in her hand, leaving my whole family in awe.

I sat down at the table in the large, silent room.

Suddenly a warm, hearty laugh echoed in another room.

In the distance you could hear the obviously very amusing conversation that took place behind the white-dyed wooden partition.

- No need to call me with big titles, I'm not a lady, I'm eighteen, honey, laughed the American.

I guessed the maid's face without difficulty as she babbled:

- It's protocol.

- Tear down the protocol, continued having fun Elizabeth. What kind of person would want to be called milady?

A few years earlier I wouldn't have hesitated to marry the girl who would have said that, but now I knew. powerful men like me.

I hated that kind of girl.

Never again will I believe in their clichéd spiel. They always pretended to be the rebel, the feminist who fought relentlessly for her convictions.

Foolishness.

I pulled myself together as she arrived, a platter of raw vegetables in her hand. She sat down and helped herself to the dishes before staring at her plate in silence.

I noticed the dress she had on. She was so aging.

Suddenly I thought to myself that she had never worn anything other than this type of long, wide, all-purpose dress.

Why did she persist in putting on this kind of clothes when she had a wardrobe worthy of the greatest princesses?

Sonya, she always put on the most beautiful dresses. I remembered that she liked to put on the shortest dresses possible. Not that anyone else is falling in love with my Sonya, that bloody diamond eater.

- Are you a mafia villain too? Elizabeth asked my brother.

- Yes indeed I too am a delinquent, he smiled at her.

- Are you like the right arm? The undercover spy?

I was amused by his remark which seemed so childish to me. By what kind of detective series had it been formatted?

- No, I run the Italian mafia

- Is there the head of the Chinese mafia around this table?

She turned her incredulous little head towards me and for the first time I no longer compared her to that perfidious Sonya but to my little Tashashka.

- No no Icham is not with us today, says my brother just before our father comes to interrupt him.

- Vladimir my son, have you finally chosen who will accompany you to the first charity ball of the season?

- No daddy

Damn I completely forgot about that damn thing.

- FINALLY IT'S TONIGHT! he shouts.

Faced with my silence, he adds:

- If it is like that then I will choose for you.

And, oddly, I felt the bad news coming.