VIII. Party.
. . . . .
Today is the day.
This is the time I will be recognized as the rightful heir.
I slipped into a red, fitted, off-the-shoulder bodycon dress. 'Red dresses are versatile, striking, and perfect for a variety of occasions. One can never go wrong with a red dress.' I reassured myself internally, confident in the color's charm. After all, my goal is to leave a lasting impression on everyone. By choosing this dress, I'm making a bold yet subtle declaration. I am the next head of the Vivianas, a force to be reckoned with.
I am the star of the party today and that will remain as it is. 'Maybe.'
My hair was styled in a low updo, complementing my outfit perfectly for the day. The elegant twist added a touch of sophistication, framing my face and allowing the off-the-shoulder neckline of the dress to shine.
A pair of red high heels elevated my look, adding height and confidence to my stride. The shoes were not just an accessory, they were a statement, echoing the boldness of my dress.
A pearl necklace adorned my neck, its classic elegance providing a beautiful contrast to the vibrant red, while a few carefully chosen accessories—delicate earrings and a simple bracelet.
My makeup was simple yet effective, designed to enhance rather than overshadow. Bold red lips made a striking statement, while smoky eyes and winged eyeliner added drama and depth to my gaze. A touch of blush softened my features, giving me a fresh and radiant appearance.
I'm not certain if I did a good job, but I believe it turned out well.
Standing before the mirror, I examined my tall, curvaceous figure. For two hours, I've been here, nervously scrutinizing my appearance each time. To make an impression, I must embody the part.
"Miss Lucrezia?" Knock knock.
Franklin's voice can be heard behind the door of my room.
"Yeah??"
"You have to go to the halls now, your father is waiting for you there."
I took a nervous gulp and glanced at the mirror one last time, reassuring myself that I looked presentable for others. "Okay!" I exclaimed, hastening to open the door.
Franklin offered me a smile as I stepped out, then he too departed.
I took a measured pace, my footsteps deliberate as I moved toward my destination, each step a reminder to maintain my composure amidst the rising tension.
This was my first encounter with rival factions, and projecting an air of unwavering confidence was essential, doubt had no room in this event.
After a deep, prolonged breath, my body settled into a state of relaxation.
Upon reaching my destination, I spotted my father's figure from a distance.
Approaching him with poised, deliberate steps, I acknowledged the individuals he was conversing with, who returned my greeting and cast inquisitive glances at my father, likely puzzled by my presence.
"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Luzuriaga. Allow me to introduce my daughter, Lucrezia Viviana." My father declared with a sense of pride that enveloped the moment.
The couple exchanged curious glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and intrigue. Mrs. Luzuriaga leaned forward slightly, her brow furrowed as she asked, "Daughter? But isn't Lorenzo your only child?" Her husband nodded in silent agreement, his eyes reflecting the same bewilderment as they both processed this unexpected revelation.
I let out an awkward chuckle, feeling the weight of their scrutiny during this unexpected exchange.
"Well. . ." my father began, "that's what this party is all about." He gave the married couple a wink, and they both look surprised.
Their gaze shifted back to me, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
Their eyes widened as if they had just realized something. "Is that why she bears such a resemblance of her?" Mr. Luzuriaga finally asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and disbelief.
I could only listen, a sense of confusion washing over me. 'Do they know?' was the sole question in my mind, wondering if they were aware of who my mother was.
"Now that you mention it. . ." Mrs. Luzuriaga continued, "She does resemble Caterina." She spoke in a hushed tone, yet it was enough to be heard by those nearby.
The other bosses were engrossed in their own conversations, paying no mind to our discussion about my late mother.
My father smiled, fondness was laced in his tone. "Lucrezia does, doesn't she?"
I must admit, I am clueless. They know my mother well enough to call her by her first name.
"So, the old rumors were true, Silvestre?" Mr. Luzuriaga whispered. My father seemed to consider something before slowly nodding, which shocked the couple even more.
I'm not sure what the rumor was about, but I think it has something to do with me. 'Wait, think? No, it surely has something to do with me.'
Suddenly, Mrs. Luzuriaga began hugging me tightly, which surprised me. "No need to be skeptical, dear," she whispered softly.
I looked at my father, and he just smiled. "Lucrezia, they're one of the mafia families affiliated with us. These two are old friends of mine, and Mrs. Fatima Luzuriaga is your mother's best friend. They reside in the Philippines." he explained quietly, ensuring only the four of us could hear.
"O-oh. . . I see. . ." was all I could mutter, feeling awkward. I couldn't help but look around, anxious that others might have heard. I didn't want to spoil the surprise for the evening. I smiled in relief. Fortunately, no one paid any attention to us. They were too absorbed in their own business talks and insincere pleasantries to eavesdrop on us.
Good for them. They're using this event to the fullest instead of wasting their time.
I was jolted from my daydream when Mrs. Luzuriaga took me aside, saying, "Come dear, let's have a small talk."
All I could manage was a quiet "Okay?—" before she began leading me out to the nearby terrace.
Glancing back, I saw my father simply raise his hand in a wave, then he and Mr. Luzuriaga engaged in their own private conversation.
I feel awkward.
She had released my arm and carefully closed the door of the terrace. Gazing at me earnestly, she started the conversation with compliments. "Dear, you bear such a resemblance to your late mother. A beautiful, elegant woman."
"I uh. . . Thank you," was all I could reply.
She chuckled, "And just as timid, too."
I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. I did not mean to stutter or act shy around her. This is all just new for me. That's it.
"I still can't believe that my best friend managed to have both a girl and a boy." she continued, "You see, Silvestre and Caterina attempted to conceive many times."
This revelation piqued my interest.
As I listened intently to her words, I came to the realization that I actually knew nothing about my own parents. "Why?" I asked.
"Ovulation disorder," she replied, then added with a hint of sadness, "Well. . . perhaps it was also due to her frail health."
I responded with a quiet "Oh." I was aware that my mother had a weak heart and low endurance and tolerance. My ignorance of her health back then was simply due to my youth. I was too young at the time to understand. Therefore, I don't blame myself. She wouldn't want me to as well.
I came to understand myself before I could lament my unfortunate ignorance. Still, I wish I had treated her better while she was alive.
"It's a miracle that Lorenzo was even born. He has grown into such a fine young man," she paused and sighed, looking me in the eye. "Who would have thought they also had a daughter. Indeed, Caterina never ceases to amaze us."
"Haha. . . Yeah. . ."
"Say, how old are you? Are you 17? You look quite young."
I blushed slightly from embarrassment. "Thank you, but I'm actually 24 years old now."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really? But isn't Lorenzo only 20?" She appeared to be puzzling it over. "Wasn't Lorenzo named the heir? If you were born first, wouldn't the title naturally pass to you? What happened, dear?"
It seemed they thought I was younger than Lorenzo. 'Do I truly appear that young? I don't believe I do.' I sighed softly and offered a smile. "My birth was intended to remain a secret."
. . . Silence fell once more.
"It looks like your parents wished to shield you from the world's dangers. But why are you here, dear? Someone meant to be hidden should not be in this place."
Mrs. Luzuriaga made a valid observation. "I've returned to claim what is rightfully mine," I declared, leaning on the railing for support.
"Then what of Lorenzo?"
"He has already left." was my only vague response.
Mrs. Luzuriaga's mouth fell open. "Was he chased away?" she inquired cautiously, her brow furrowing as her complexion turned pale.
Perhaps she was overthinking things. I promptly replied, "No." I couldn't allow her to harbor any misconceptions. Sometimes my words are twisted and misinterpreted. "He left of his own volition." I clarified.
Causing stress to the madam of a boss was not one of my agenda today.
"Oh, the poor soul. . ." She muttered.
"He departed with a smile on his face. His departure isn't unfortunate. As long as he is content, that's all that matters."
"Oh." was all she could utter. "You really take after your mother."
"Thank you."
After a brief moment of silence, Mrs. Luzuriaga leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she resumed her questioning. "Tell me, dear, are you single?"
I met her gaze, steady yet slightly apprehensive, and nodded. "Yes, I am."
She brought her hands together with a triumphant "Perfect!"
All I could do was freeze in place, utterly baffled by the sudden shift in the conversation.
"I have three handsome sons," she continued, her voice laced with enthusiasm and a teasing smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "How about meeting them? They're close to your age."
"Uh. . . No, thank you," I stammered, anticipating her intentions and not keen on the idea. "It's a kind offer, but I'm not in the market for a. . . well, you know."
Mrs. Luzuriaga laughed heartily at my response. "Walang problema, magandang binibini, ngunit sayang lang na ayaw mo silang bigyan ng pag-asa."
I was momentarily dumbfounded, trying to decipher her words. 'What was that?' My mind raced, wondering if she had cursed me for declining her offer. "Haha—. . . Y-yeah." I managed to reply, though my voice lacked conviction.
She scoffed lightly, yet there was no hint of mockery in her tone. Rather, she seemed genuinely amused by my confusion. "Oh dear, it seems you're unable to understand what I just said. Don't worry, I merely mentioned that it's unfortunate you don't wish to meet my sons. They are quite charming, after all." she added with a playful wink.
Her laughter lingered in the air, a mix of warmth and mischief that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Oh.
Feeling foolish in her presence, I regretted not learning more languages before returning here. "Sorry, sorry. . . I didn't mean to come across as. . . uneducated. . ." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with embarrassment.
"No worries, dear. However, just a piece of advice. Don't make it too obvious when you're unfamiliar with a language. It reflects poorly on your image as the heir."
I simply nodded, understanding her point. It was all so clear that arguing or reasoning with her seemed futile.
Her words resonated with me as truth.
I nodded again.
Then, she embraced me suddenly, catching me a bit off guard. As she patted my back, she said earnestly, "Lucrezia, dear, as your mother's best friend, I truly want what's best for you. I hope you realize the danger of a life in the underworld." Her voice was grave. "I know it's not my place to dictate your choices, but joining the mafia is hardly a path to peace and tranquility."
Rooted to the spot, I responded with equal gravity, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Luzuriaga, but my mind is made up. I cannot abandon my duty."
I could feel her breath hitch. "I-I understand, I will support you, dear." she said. Pulling away from the hug, she offered me a sad smile. "The Luzuriaga mafia will always stand behind you, the heir of Viviana's."
Unsure of my feelings about her words, I simply returned the smile.
After another half-hour of awkward conversation, Mrs. Luzuriaga insisted I return to the halls. She trailed closely, ensuring I made it back to where my father was waiting.
As I stood next to my father atop the elevated platform, he effortlessly garnered everyone's attention by gently raising his wine glass, the soft chime resonating throughout the expansive space.
Everyone's attention is on us now.
Their eyes are prying on me.
Some looked surprised, others curious, while some stared at me with intense ferocity, who knows what's their problem with me.
Clearing his throat, my father announced, "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen, we are truly delighted that everyone could attend." His voice boomed across the room, a wide grin on his face. "Today, we have convened here at Viviana Manor to officially introduce my one and only daughter," he gestured for me to step forward. Composed, I moved with my usual stoic expression, not smiling, maintaining a calm posture, and acting demurely. "Lucrezia Viviana," he declared. After a brief pause, he added, "She will succeed me as the boss or perhaps— will be the mada'am."
Upon hearing these words, everyone exchanged glances before their eyes returned to me. For a moment, it felt suffocating.
Nevertheless, I showed no fear in the face of their glaring and vicious looks. I was aware of their cunning nature, fully conscious that they were scrutinizing me for any weakness to exploit.
I stood firm.
No one can be trusted in this gathering. Everyone is a predator of their own. If you're weak, you'll be their prey.
A figure emerged from the back, advancing with determined strides. Without delay, he pointed an accusing finger at my father. "Silvestre! What is the meaning of this?!"
A hush fell over the crowd. All eyes turned to the man with silver hair and piercing onyx eyes, appearing to be a peer of my father's age.
I watched in uncomfortable silence. 'This drama was not in my plans.'
"We cannot accept an adopted daughter as the heir. This must be a joke!" He declared, his brows knitted in anger. "Lorenzo is the rightful heir, isn't he?!" His voice, laden with demand and visible displeasure, sought answers.
The onlookers nodded in agreement with his words. In contrast, some remained silent, offering no reaction, merely observing.
"And what leads you to believe Lucrezia is adopted, Mr. Podia?" My father's voice boomed, yet he remained composed, as though he had foreseen this confrontation.
It was inevitable. Indeed, I had anticipated it as well.
Mr. Podia's gaze sharpened. "We had an agreement, Silvestre. My support for the Viviana Mafia was contingent upon Lorenzo Viviana, your flesh and blood! To think you would replace your son with a woman whose origins are a mystery to us is preposterous!"
"Her origins, a mystery?" My father echoed, incredulous.
"Precisely so. Do you think we, from the Brazilian mafia will simply accept her just because you say so?" Mr. Podia scoffed. "We won't hesitate to sever our ties, Silvestre. Rethink your decision." Mr. Podia's voice was laden with promises.
I could only look down at everyone as I stood still atop the platform beside my father, amused for some unknown reason. 'Should I be delighted that we have such loyal allies, or should I be angered because I am deeply offended by his remarks?'
I don't know anymore.
I just know that I mustn't interrupt.
Father burst into loud laughter. His voice alone echoed through the grand hall of the event. "That was the most ridiculous and useless thing I've ever heard."
Mr. Podia glared at my father. "This is no laughing matter, Silvestre. I'm saying this for the sake of the Italian Mafia."
Father feigned wiping a tear from his right eye. "I am delighted to hear that, but Lucrezia is not adopted," he finally disclosed, which earned murmurs from the crowd.
Mr. Podia looked dumbfounded. "What?"
"She's not adopted."
"How can you be so certain?" Mr. Podia pressed on.
"Because she's not."
"That doesn't make sense, Silvestre. Lorenzo is an only child, isn't he? Unless you've been with another woman," he said, pointing at me, his skepticism evident.
I heard my father click his tongue in disgust at Mr. Podia's remark. "Been with another woman? How lowly do you think of me, Mr. Podia?" Yet, his voice bore no malice.
Mr. Podia raised an eyebrow. "Explain then, Silvestre. Make us understand."
My father smiled and descended from the platform. The others quickly gathered around him.
Meanwhile, I stood motionless atop the platform, watching as they crowded around my father, bombarding him with questions.
"Silvestre, why have you kept this from us?"
"How will the Dimitris react to this news? Do you believe you're still safe after revealing this? Pfft—"
"That was unwise of you."
"Where is the other heir?"
I rolled my eyes as I heard all their ridiculous inquiries. Is this how gatherings between mafias are? They do extract information but they're all still criminals by law of the government.
I sighed. 'I am not that different from them.'
My objective now is to stay alert.
One of them might make silly attempts on my father. I can't let that happen. Therefore, I'll be his temporary bodyguard for this occasion.
Others are not paying that much attention to me, so I had a peaceful time. The guests do glance at my direction from time-to-time but eventually diverts their attention back to wherever they originally stared at.
Well. . .
Not until I looked at the corner of my eye. And there, I saw the person I deem the most audacious being in the whole world staring at me intently with a damn smirk on his handsome face.
Dakari Dimitri.
I don't recall seeing him lately. When did he even arrive here?
I only grimaced when I saw his face and immediately left the stage-like platform to blend in with the crowd. In hopes to get away from his prying eyes.
It's just unsettling.