SHIMMER'S POV
"Mamma I need to talk to you urgently," Ciera's voice was shaky, as if she was about to cry.
"What is it, Ciera? Did you and Keith Junior have a fight?" my heart began to beat faster and my hand clutched much tighter to my phone. Although I had asked if the new couple had had a fight, my heart told me that it could not be. It was too soon for them to be involved in a fight of any sort, was it not?
"Y...yes. And it's all because of Anisha!" she cried.
What!! Anisha again! The world will come to an end before that girl knows to leave our family alone! I fumed in great fury. Resentment welled up in my chest, forming a huge ball which came up and stuck right in my throat.
"Where are you now?" I asked my daughter.
"I'm on my way to Roderick Eye Centre."
"Are you driving, Ciera? You can't be driving in such a state."
"A driver is with me." she said.
"I will be at the Eye Centre right away!"
Quickly I ended the call and ordered my driver to leave whatever he was doing and drive me to Roderick Eye Centre.
Ciera was in a bad shape when I saw her. I could tell that she had been crying, and knowing that Ciera hardly ever cried, I could tell that Anisha had really done something big. That witch had gone too far, and I hated her guts; I despised her with my all; and I felt it was time to destroy her once and for all.
Ciera recited to me how Keith Junior had been unhappy, and for the first time raised his voice at her, for chasing off that stupid girl? How on earth could Keith Junior choose Anisha over his own beautiful wife Ciera? Had Anisha not caused enough trouble already…did she really need to haunt both me and my daughter? Ughhh! I felt seriously angry.
"So do you mean he hired her without even telling you?" I asked for clarification.
"Yes. He said he assumed I would be ok with it. On the day that I gave her cake, he thought Anisha and I were finally friends!" Ciera sobbed as she narrated the story in a sad whisper.
"How dare she!" I screamed in anger.
"The most heartbreaking part, mamma; is that KJ chose her over me. Instead of supporting me, he chose to support her." She went on.
Her tears broke my heart. To comfort my child, I suggested to her that we walk around and visit a new boutique in town, the one owned by the Zamaras. I did not tell Ciera a lot about the family, but we went.
It looked good, the shop stood in a good mall. I could not classify it as middle class, it was just a step above middle class, but not really top class. When I walked through it, the shop assistant had to ask everyone else to vacate the shop, giving me and my daughter enough space to shop around. I really did not think it was necessary, but I liked it all the same. Someone knew how to do their job well.
Ciera and I walked through the shop. The clothes were nice, if I wanted something from the shop, I might have accepted one or two dresses, but generally it was all nice and beautiful. I looked through the shoes and bags, all of them very nice. The prices were good as well. The items were not sold at too low prices. It was not a boutique that every other person could go shopping. It was a place for people with good money; not the Anishas of this world.
I imagined myself, after our children's marriage, assisting them to raise the standard of their shop. I wanted to move it and find a shop somewhere in the right places; the places where the billionaires spend their time at. And they would need to get rid of some of their merchandise, replacing it with high quality items. It all seemed like a brilliant plan.
***.
When the call came through, I quickly answered it and before Toast could say anything, I spoke to him, "I want that deal carried out as soon as possible!"
"Yes madam de Milo. It's happening tomorrow evening. It's all in place. I spoke to both Lisa and Carter." Toast assured me.
"Is there any way of making it happen anytime sooner?" I seethed in great anger.
"Umm, I think it's best that we stick to tomorrow. It might be too late to try and change the plans now." Toast said.
"Ok, so tell me, is that boy Carter in love with that stupid girl? Do you think he is in love with her?"
"Madly in love with her," Toast laughed.
"Ok then. I will wait patiently for tomorrow."
***.
I pulled my laptop closer to me and scrolled through some documents, until I landed on her document. D.P. Zamara. Her first name was Delicate. Delicate…I wondered why her parents had named her Delicate…but who cares? As long as they were civilized enough to be part of the de Milo family, I was OK with it. I could finally be able to introduce my son's fiancée to friends and family. This is Delicate Zamara, daughter of Mr and Mrs Zamara. They're based in Yellowleaf, and they are owners of the Zamara Shipping company, the haulage truck business, and Mrs. Zamara runs boutiques.
I smiled to myself when these thoughts ran through my mind. After helping them upgrade their boutique, I could invite my friends to go shopping at the Zamara boutique. I even imagined myself picking one or two dresses for myself, and watching my friends picking clothes for themselves as well.
I could not wait any longer, I wanted Delicate to come. I wanted her to come as soon as possible. I looked through her file again, picked my phone and dialed her number.
"Good day," came a lovely, sweet voice.
"May I speak to Delicate?" I asked in the sweetest voice I could master.
"Dee speaking," came the response.
"Oh, it's Dee. I wasn't aware." I chuckled.
"Yah, everyone calls me Dee. Sometimes I even forget that my full name is Delicate." She told me.
"It's doctor Shimmer de Milo speaking."
There was silence.
"Hello?" I checked to see if the call was still active.
"Doctor de Milo? Is everything OK? Did I do something wrong?" she sounded scared.
"Not at all. Tell me, did anyone get in touch with you with regards your transfer from Yellowleaf to Southrain?"
"Umm, yes. Someone did speak to me. I had asked for a few more weeks, or even months, to make a decision."
Oh come on Delicate! What was she talking about now? What decision? "did they inform you that the transfer is coming as a promotion? You will get a raise, along with many other benefits."
"Yes….the offer is very tempting, but it's also not very easy for me to leave Yellowleaf. I mean it's…it's too abrupt."
"How much time do you need?" I asked eagerly, praying that she wasn't going to ask for too much time. If I could have it my way, I would have had her get on the next flight to Southrain.
"Umm, I am not sure. I will have to talk to my parents and all…."
"Dee, are you not an adult? You're old enough to make your own decisions! Just show them the remuneration and perks that the de Milo Group is offering; and make the move. Are you interested in the offer or not?" I fought hard to not shout at my future daughter in law.
"Umm, I am interested in it. Like I said before, it's very tempting. I am sorry doctor de Milo, I can see I am disappointing you, but please, may you give me a bit more time?"
I was not liking what she was saying, but I just had to bear with her, my son's future wife. Delicate; what a name!
Suddenly the name of a company flashed in my mind: Double L Waste Management Company. I smiled broadly to myself, imagining our own, Double D Medical centre. I mean, who could say no to that? Dylan and Delicate. Dylan and Dee. Wow lovely. I wanted to meet her. I wanted to see her. I needed to pitch my idea in person, so…
"How about if I ask you to come and see me, and you stay in Southrain just for a day or two. Then you can fly back to Yellowleaf. I will give you all the time you need to decide on the transfer."
"Oh, that can work well with me." She readily agreed.
I smiled happily to myself, "well then, you will soon hear from me. I will notify you of the dates and then have someone sort out your plane tickets."
"Very well then, doctor de Milo."
Wow! What a lovely girl! She had a delicate voice too. I zoomed in on her picture and stared into those blue eyes.
"Now we're talking," I whispered to myself.