~Gemma ~
I'm so excited; I'm getting ready to go to America to meet the president of the United States. It feels like an honor to have this opportunity. My mother and father are traveling with me. Mira is also traveling with me. I must bring my guards and my assistant as well. While I'm there, I must meet my biological mother's father. I have no interest in meeting them. I understand she gave birth to me. I'm happy with the big family that I have. We are traveling in one of my family's jets. We have 15 jets in all. Most people look at me funny when arriving in a place I travel to, like I'm the president or something.
It doesn't bother me at all; it's my life. I can adjust to anything. My brother Marco is also coming with me. I love all my brothers to death. Now my favorite is Uncle Santos's, hands down. I don't have a favorite grandparent. I love all of them. I have one best friend, and that is my cousin Mira. We always travel together, but it's my first time in America. I'm excited I get to meet a few celebrities while I'm there. I do love some hip-hop. When they meet me, many people are surprised because I'm mixed Sicilian and Black. I've never dated, period. It is not on my mind right now. When I get older, but right now, I want to invent and travel. I want to help make others' lives better.
I'm so happy my mother came with us. She is unique; we're close, and I can tell her anything. While we were here, she went to find a stylist to travel with me. I want a new look. I'm 19, looking like I'm younger. I look too nerdy for my liking. I want to look more mature.
I don't worry about people taking me seriously. I have my brothers for that. I am going somewhere with one of my brothers present. I can't believe I'm meeting a few rappers and singers so excited.
Well, I'm about to lie down. This flight is supposed to be 16 hours.
~Fabiana~
I'm excited to be traveling with my daughter. This is an excellent opportunity for my daughter. Currently, she is sleeping right along with Mira.
Hey Honey, are you excited about our daughter, said Fabiana. Antoine Sr sighed. I'm incredibly proud of my daughter; this is a fantastic opportunity for her and the family. I see how excited she is about this trip. My only concern is her meeting Dante Black. Fabiana that is my only concern.
Honey, don't worry; we got plenty of protection, and the president is also putting the secret service on her. You know that she is essential to many people. Plus, your father and brother hired some of the best female guards in the world. They never leave her side. Two of them have been with her since she was a toddler. Some of her guards are my nephews; they take the job seriously. Then we traveled in bulletproof vehicles.
I swear my husband is worried this is her first time in America. My other three sons are at home taking care of the business. My father even sent two of my brothers. They aren't taking chances with her. My daughter is a wealthy young lady. She has built so many weapons and medical devices. Her corporation is GemLombardi Inc. She is internationally known for her inventions.
She has a few foundations that I run in her place. Charity is another thing she believes in.
Life has never been dull since she came into our life. No one will take my daughter away from us.
~Antoine Sr.~
I'm excited about this trip. I have been to America many times on business. So, I have many business associates. I've been doing business with Dante Black for 22 years. He never knew about my daughter being his granddaughter. He is the first person to get one of the artificial organs in America. She saves his life. He was suffering from heart failure. That was four years ago, but he discovered she was a granddaughter last year. Dante Black is one of the most dangerous, ruthless men in America. He has a total of eight kids. I need to find out how many grandkids he has.
When he found out, he was mad at first. Then he got over it when talking to his daughter. Latasha is a gorgeous woman. She is married to top enforcers. I thank her for giving me my daughter. However, she will not be meeting her biological mother on this trip. She will only be meeting Dante Sr. and his oldest son.
I'm sure his top enforcer will be there. But I told him only they get to meet her. I don't want to overwhelm my daughter.
~Gemma~
Arrive in America, and touch down in Washington, DC.
When I touched down in Washington, we were greeted by the secret service and immediately escorted to the Four Seasons. I love this hotel, and we get a suite. I'm sharing it with my cousin Mira and brother Marco. It is so beautiful here. My brother is by my side, along with Cousin Mira. I'm surrounded by my bodyguards at the airport. People are staring at me like I'm some celebrity. Before I go anywhere, they must secure the room. It's like that in my country as well.
My parents are ahead of us, talking to the secret service. We are meeting the president in a few hours. So only have a little time to change and relax. Well, it looks like I'm meeting the president in my apple-bottom skinny jeans and sweater. My hair is on point, so that is the only thing that matters. My mother isn't happy that we don't get to rest first, though. I decided to have my hair wavy. It's thick when I don't straighten it out.
Here comes my Papa. I look at my brother and sigh. Marco laughs at me. He knows I can be a bit of a brat when I don't get my beauty sleep. Bro, I'm glad we slept on the flight, or I would have been cranky.
Sweet Pea, I'm sorry, but we must go straight to the president's meeting, said Papa. Why does Daddy look how we dress Papa? Daddy, they talk about me needing proper attire to meet the president in the papers. My father sighs and says he is just a man, Honey.
Then we all laugh, even the guards. I've met kings and Queens before. Hell, I even met a sheik before no big deal meeting the president of the US. A sheik offers me a marriage proposal, and I laugh in the face literally. Why did I marry a sheik and leave my family? My family is everything to me. Suddenly I'm looking for my mommy. Mommy, because I can't just go put on a lovely dress. She looks at me and smiles. I already know the answer before she says it. Sorry Sweet Pea, they have a strict schedule for your arrival.
Daddy, because every time we travel, we get to have Italian flags on our vehicles. So, we are on our way to meet the president with our Italian flags on the car. Antoine Sr. sighs and looks at his daughter; she asks this question every trip.
Sweet Pea is a custom, said Antoine Sr. My parents have called me Sweet Pea since I was a baby. They hardly ever call me Gemma. My brothers and uncles call Gem. Mira and my other guards are the only people who call me names; that isn't my family.
Gem, don't worry, your rocking those jeans and sweaters, said Marco. I just shook my head at my silly brother. I'm still nervous it's the president.
~At the White House~
We finally arrive at the white house. First, the head of security speaks with the security service. We are only going to be here for thirty minutes. Then I heard he wanted this visit to be broadcast live. I didn't know it was that kind of party. I'm not happy. It should be a simple visit. Talking, would you like me to get my makeup done? I don't put the crap on my face. The only thing I wear is lip gloss.
My parents are not happy about this being televised. Especially my mother because we weren't allowed to go to the hotel first. So, my mother told the president we didn't have time to sit down. He wasn't happy at all. I'm like, who cares. He lies to my family we didn't agree to a live broadcast. My uncle even calls home about this situation. Uncle Santos said to leave and don't see the president at all. However, my Grandfather said to shake his hand and go because it is rude to not attend at most minuscule. My Grandfather said he would call the president's head staff about this situation. And yes, my grandpa got that much clout.
I'm meeting the president in my skinny jeans, sweater, and heels. It will only be me, my parents, Mira, and my brother Marco. I found that funny because the white house supposes to be the most secure place in America. However, my head of security had to secure the location first.
When I walked in, I saw Michelle and Barack Obama. His daughters are also present. I shake his hand then his wife hugs me as if she knows me. I was very uncomfortable, right now. Everyone knows that I don't like touchy people. I only want to hug my family. My mother touches my shoulder to keep me from snapping at the First Lady. I hear Mira and Marco laughing in the background because they know me. Then my father steps forward.
~Antoine Sr. ~
I'm going to try to diffuse this situation. My daughter doesn't like people to hug her. The First Lady hugged and kissed my daughter's cheek. This is an American thing, but we still determine where we come from. My daughter has that look on her face. I know we are broadcasting live on tv, but I must step up before she opens her mouth. She only likes the family hugging or kissing her. My daughter has a thing about germs. Right now, she looks like she is about to have a meltdown. We are living on the air. So, I have taken over this situation and gotten my Bambina out of here. I'm sorry, Mr. Obama, but we must cut this short. It was nice meeting you and your family. But my daughter isn't feeling well after such a long flight.
At this point, she is slightly shaking. So, Mira takes her to the back to calm down. Please get in touch with my Santos Lombardi Sr to reschedule. He handles all his granddaughter's bookings.
I can't, my daughter, let my father-in-law handle her bookings. He managed her since she was five. At first, he thinks I'm talking about my brother. My brother is the don; he can't be serious.
I don't get involved with the family on that level. I handle all the legitimate businesses. Besides, this was supposed to be my daughter meeting military advisers. This must turn into a circus. They will have to deal with my son in the future. My daughter will not be coming back. He is going to be upset when they hear about this.
He notified everyone that my daughter was in his country. So now we are loading in the vehicles living. My daughter is calm and ready to go to the hotel.
~Fabiana~Mamma Orsa (Mother Bear)
I immediately escorted my daughter out of there. She doesn't like other people touching her. I don't know why Michelle Obama thought hugging and kissing my daughter was okay. We told them ahead of time not to hug or kiss her cheek. Handshaking is the only thing my daughter is comfortable with. Sometimes she suffers from anxiety from being around strangers. Now I must turn into Mamma Orsa to calm her down. My kids gave me that nickname. Cause honey, I don't play when it comes to my kids.
That is one of the reasons Mira travels with us. My daughter may be a genius, but she has some issues. One doesn't like people touching her. Another is she only wants to crowd if it's family or her guards. Most of her guards have been with her since she was two. I thought one of her guards was gone to attack the First Lady. I'm glad my husband diffuses the situation fast. Now my cellphone is ringing; that would be my father calling to check on his little pisello odoroso. When she was little, she loved sweet peas. That is how she got that name. Now the entire family calls her that.
Phone Convo~
Papa Lombardi: How is she?
Fabiana: Mira gave a sedative to calm her down. It was worse because it was on tv. Papa, we didn't know this was going to be televised. Papa must prepare for those days.
Papa Lombardi: Next time, she will leave—no more sneak attacks on our Bambina.
Fabiana: I agree. Papa, did you see the way Rosario was about to attack the First Lady? Goodness, I'm glad Antoine steps up to diffuse the situation.
Papa Lombardi: Honey, you know Rosario is like a second mom to Gem. Hell, everyone here is laughing at her right now. I'm glad they are that protective of her. It's their job to protect our little treasure. Don't let those Black families hurt my pisello odoroso. She is very nervous.
Fabiana: I know Papa; she is trying to be brave. But I know that it's a part of her anxiety today. Hold on, Papa! Antoine wants to speak with you. I'm going to make sure she is relaxing. I will tell her you to ask about her. Arrivederci, Papa!
Antoine Sr.: I don't like how today when down; I understand it's about respect. But I was hoping you could make sure this doesn't happen again. She had to be sedated. And Rosario refuses to leave her side.
Papa Lombardi: It will never happen again. Only Antoine Jr. or Marco will be dealing with these types of appearances from now on. I like how they made changes after calling me.
Antoine Sr.: I agree. Can you believe he thought I was talking about Don when I told him to have his assistant call you and got nervous?
Papa Lombardi: Because they know they were wrong. They don't want to deal with the oldest son. He is mad now. He painted a target on her head. She is a mafia principessa. Did he know your daughter is worth 500 billion dollars?
Antoine Senior: I know, and that is what makes me nervous. I will not let Dante get his hooks in my daughter; no way. No one will use my Bambina not happening. She acts no different and is so sweet. I don't know if she wants to see him after this experience. He called me asking if she was alright. His entire family watches it on tv. He broadcast to the whole country that he was meeting her. So please deal with them, Papa Lombardi. Arrivederci, Papa!
Papa Lombardi: Arrivederci Papa!
End of Phone Conversation