I ended up drinking five Pornstar Martinis, three Death in the Afternoon, a Last Words, one Bloody Mary, one Missionary's Downfall, four Maracuya Mistress, and two Brandy Alexander by the end of the night, all while eating some absurdly delicious chocolate truffles, as I did everyone's cocktails. Elena stayed with me the whole time, but she stayed light on the drinks. I'm not joking if I say I did the whole menu of drinks at least three times.
They weren't joking when they said the house was full yesterday. And as I was doing it out of good heart, I didn't need to pay a penny for any of my drinks, which was amazing. I finished at all of their drinks at 1 am, then I got myself one last Rum & Coke, and went back to my room. Still not drunk, just a bit dazed, which made it easier for me to sleep.
Before I closed my eyes, I stripped from my clothes, cleaned my face from the make up, did my night skincare, drank a full bottle of water, and sent a text to Lia, telling her the story I told Elena, that I called her and her two sons to come to the villa, that I played bartender, that she could possibly gain more followers, and that I was out to bed.
Then I blackout.
I woke up 6 am, and as my stuff were all already ready, I just bathed and got myself ready for the plane.
With a Kiki De Montparnasse black set of lingerie with three extra identical sets in my backpack for emergency, my Burberry black cashmere long-sleeved hoodie with matching pants, full black Timberland shoes in the limited edition of black snake leather, with my Pink winter fluffy black socks underneath. My Chopard set of snake gold necklace, bracelet on left wrist, earrings, and a ring on my right ring finger, matching with the limited edition Maurice de Mauriac feminine snake gold wrist watch on my right.
Using my favorite Kilian perfume Love, Don't Be Shy. My long hair in two loose root braids, tied with two red laces. The make up I made it simple with my red eyeliner, black mascara, a bit of gold highlighter, and my matte cherry dark red lipstick, all waterproof and from Sephora. Beats serpent-shaped red headset hanging around my neck, while Popsicle by Bludnymth played on it in a mid volume, I changed the case of my phone for a red one instead.
Plus the Saint Laurent black cashmere scarf for extra use.
After drinking a strong Tylenol to help with the hangover that was all but hammering my head, I went to the restaurant and had three strong black coffees to help, then I began to bring all of my stuff down to the lobby. Little after that, uncle Krys and Lia came down with their luggage looking rejuvenated as if they had both bathed on the fountain of life force. Hah, the power of sex.
I don't want to think about the fact that Rafał didn't contact me yet, because that will make me want to cry. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe he found out and couldn't handle our age gap, so he decided to just leave it.
Lia helped me get two taxis to get all I'll be taking with me in, and in no time we go to the airport, an hour before our flight, just to make sure everything was going already. After talking with the staff of the airline, and also paying a huge extra expensive fee for the amount of luggage I'm taking with me, I managed to my things inside the airplane way before the flight.
As we waited, Elena arrived with her boys.
Yury, the youngest, looked just like her. On the other hand, Dragan, the oldest, looks nothing like her so her must be a copy of Lew, with tanned skin, light brown curly hair, siren black eyes, long lashes, full pinkish lips, small snub nose, and tall for his age. Damn, he's 11 but he's almost my height, and I'm not short, I guess Lew was a tall one, which isn't surprising.
Getting up, I went to her, "Hi, darling," I spoke in Dutch.
The second Dragan's eyes met mine, the boy blushed really hard, "Is she… is… is she your friend, mama?"
Elena giggled, "Yes, my love. This is her. Call her aunt Zee."
"Just Zee is fine. I'm Zofya, it's amazing to meet you, Dragan."
He blushed even harder, "I'm the one who's amazed… Zee."
"Cute," I chuckled and turned to Yury. "Hi, lil boy," I played with his hair, but he just laughed in the cutest way possible on Elena's arms. "Ugh, he's so darn adorable, I want to pinch his cheeks."
"I think he liked you," she giggled, noticing how Yury was staring at me with an awed gaze. "Oh man, you are making my boys have a crush on you. Seems like you have that affect on everyone, even in kids. Are you secretly the daughter of Aphrodite or something?"
I couldn't help laughing, "I wish. Better than my mom," as my eyes met Dragan's again, his were already gawking at me and when I played with his hair he turned full strawberry red. "You are really pretty, Dragan."
He pressed his lips together, looking shy, "You are prettier, Zee."
"Cute," I giggled and turned to uncle and Lia, who were watching us, as they saw my smug they rolled their eyes.
"Careful, she already has a big ego," uncle chuckled.
"She's always been like this," Lia brushed it aside. "Everywhere she goes, since we were kids, everyone, older, our age, younger, everybody got mesmerized by her looks," she grabbed my hand and made me sit down on her other side. "Always with a miles-long line of people crushing her. Boys and girl and others."
"I'm born different," I grinned. "Now, Elena, this is Cecylia, my best friend, and this is uncle Krystian," I bridged them as Next by Shake, COBRA began playing on my headphones around my neck. "Lia, uncle, these are Elena and her two sons, Dragan, who's 11, and the 1-year-old Yury. Come, sit down with us."
I pointed at the other two seats at my side and Dragan quickly sat down right next to me, which made Elena laugh softly. "It's an honor to meet you two. Zofya told me amazing things about you, I can tell she has you both as her family, more than any others."
That made them blush and they gave me a pouty look. "It's true."
"You two are sisters, right?" Dragan asked lowering his voice in a whisper. "You dad was her real dad, but no one knows that, right?"
"Yes," they nodded, both in agreement with what I came up with.
"I'm sorry that your wife cheated on you, Mr. Krystian, but it's a good thing now, since you can be with Cecylia. Maybe God put you in the same path for a reason. If she hadn't done that, you wouldn't be able to have each other now," Elena said softly. "Don't worry, we are good with secrets. We'll pretend we don't know anything in Zofya's villa, and pretend that we think you are father and daughter."
"I'll keep it a secret for you," Dragan winked at me.
I winked back, playing with his head, "I'll give you a present back."
His eyes widened softly, "Really?"
"Yep," I nodded and he beamed. "Anything you want."
"Can you give me your black scarf then?" He pointed to the one around my neck, "When we get to Warsaw. It'll have your perfume on it. Your perfume is the amazing. Can I have it?"
Oh? He's a naughty kid. "Of course."
"Don't get your hopes high, son, she has a boyfriend!"
He sulked, "Maybe I'll have a chance in 8 years, if she's single by then. She's young, she won't marry now. Right, Zee?"
"I'm very young indeed, aren't I? I don't know about the rest, only God and destiny knows," I rolled my shoulders, trying not to think about how he didn't contact me yet, and Lia squeezed my hand softly.
"Not a word?" She whispered.
I bounced my head negatively, clenching my jaw, "Nay. None."
"Maybe he's waiting to have an in-person talk," uncle tried.
"Hah," I chuckled anxiously, "I'm kind of scared of that."
"You made your bed on this, Honeyboom."
Sigh, "Now I'll lay on it, Jam-Jam." I just hope Rafał won't let me go. I don't want to let him go. I want to be with him. I thought about him every day, morning, noon, and night. Not all the time, but most of the time, and I need him in my life. In me.
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Our flight was supposed to be number RWEE798, to depart at 9 am, stop by Frankfurt, Germany for an hour and a half, and then head back to Warsaw by 4 pm. It was a full flight, and it's the plane where I boarder all of my luggage in. But there was a problem.
"We are sorry to inform you, passengers," the pilot, Mr. Eberhard Kruckenberg, natural from Germany, spoke as we go in line to get inside the plane. "Because most of the passengers paid for extra luggage, the plane is overweighed and we fear that, if we fly full with passengers, something bad could happen because it'll be hard to maneuver the plane in its current weight. The next plane for Warsaw will depart at 11 am, it'll last 9 hours, and there will be a stop on Amsterdam, Netherlands and another on Vienna, Austria, both of 1 hour each."
Then came the pilot of the flight LEHL666, Mrs. Sara Wolfsohn-Cronenberg, which is Elena's flight, and the one he mentioned, "We have 150 empty seats in our plane, and we'll offer it to you for free, just to avoid any kind of misfortune. Your luggage will all stay in flight RWEE798 and you will be able to get it using your flight codes. I'll all be kept protected on a private area of the Warsaw International Airport. 45 of the seats are on business class, while the other 105 are in economical. You will switch for the same class you are in on flight RWEE798."
"We would be glad if you could understand our situation and decide on your own to stay or to go to flight LEHL666. But we need 45 business and 105 economical class passengers to step out and go to LEHL666."
Swallowing, I felt cold sweat on my skin, and the second I recalled my stupid jokes about dying on a plane crash, my heart stopped for a sec. And maybe that was why I found myself as the first one to move out of the line in front our pilot and go to the side where Mrs. Sara was.
"I'm from Business class, I step out," then I handed her my ticket and she nodded, noticing that I wasn't lying.
Uncle and Lia frowned but followed me, stepping out, "We are also from Business class," uncle told her, handing her their tickets.
That was enough to make all the others move too. But even when they went inside the plane and while I watched the plane take up in the sky, the horrible dreadful cold feeling didn't leave me. I was still feeling chills running down my spine.
"…fya? Zofya, sweetheart, are you alright?"
Blinking at uncle Krystian, I swallowed, "I don't feel well."
"See? You shouldn't have joke about that!" Lia groaned.
"It'll be fine, Zee," Dragan came to my side again and held my hand with his smaller one, though almost the same size as mine. "You will be with us, nothing is going to happen. Right, mom?"
Elena seemed anxious herself, given how her parents died on a plane crash, but she swallowed and nodded to her son, "Of course, baby."
"Eat a scoop of ice cream, Honeyboom," Lia told me, starting to look worried for me. "Let's not have an anxiety breakdown, okay? It'll be fine, we are fine. Our plane is fine."
Dragan got on his feet, "I'll go with you, Zee."
Smiling through my anxiety, I stood up, hands intertwined with his, "Okay, lil dragon," then I got my headphones that were playing Nasty by Zeina, and changed the song to Perfect by Ed Sheeran, since it wasn't very proper for a kid, then I put my wireless headphones around his neck, with the volume still mid, but loud enough for us to hear the song from it without putting in our ears. "Take care of them, they are my babies."
"I will," he squeezed my hand softly, blushing. "With my life."
Unable not to smile at the lovely boy, I walked with him to the food stands, until we got to a Swiss ice cream store, then we got inside, I asked for a dark chocolate with rum scoop, and he asked for a white chocolate and pistachio scoop with extra chocolate syrup and shattered cookies above. Very great choice if you ask me.
"Are you his guardian?" The casher asked me as I paid for both of our ice creams, still holding him by one hand because he may be 11 but he is still a kid, and could get lost. Better not let that happen.
"He's my little brother, different parents, I look like mine, he look like his," I lied and he blushed at it, but nodded.
"Ah, you are both really pretty," she said softly.
"We know," Dragan said with a smug. "We are the prettiest. But Zee is still prettier than me. She's the prettiest girl in the whole world, that is why she needs to be protected. I'm her protector," cute.
"The best," I winked and he blushed more.
As we left, a triggering song began to play, Self Destruction Mode by The Chainsmokers ft. Bludnymth, on the headphones around his neck and I quickly changed it to Crown by Camila Cabello ft. Grey, not wanting to think of any kind of actual destruction, when I almost got into a plane that could have fallen on me like that.
"We'll be fine," Dragan told me, softly, confidently.
But if we will, why is it that I'm still with chills all over my body?