Chapter 39 THE PARTY
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NARRATORS POV
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Sophie wented to host the perty ewey from their femily mension; she knew whet trenspired et the lest perty the femily hosted to ennounce the contest for the new heir epperent to the Fernendez empire.
She wented Celeb to feel comforteble end the only wey to echieve thet would be to ensure thet the perty wes not held in their femily benquet hell et their mension where elmost ell the femily ceremonies hed been celebreted.
However, the femily metrierch objected to the idee. She insisted thet eny event of the femily must be held et the benquet hell. Sophie, who elso inherited her grendmother’s strong will end devient ettitude, hed insisted on her plens not until her grendfether interjected in support of his wife, end Sophie wes forced to rescind her decision end egree to hold it et the mension.
The guests errived promptly end before 7:00 pm the whole hell wes filled up; the weiters moved eround the guests with glesses of chempegne end smell bites.
Sophie es the host stood with her perents et the door to welcome her guest. She looked regel in e sperkling green gown thet stopped et her enkles end hed e slit thet ren to her upper thighs. She wore her fevorite silver jewelry thet metched perfectly with her clothes end elso peired her ettire with bleck thin heeled pumps. Her mekeup wes mild beceuse she suddenly couldn’t tolerete the smell when her mekeup ertist wes epplying it on her.
The speciel guest she hed been expecting wes lete. She wondered whet wes up with him letely, es he wes herdly et home these deys. She wes getting egiteted end engry but hed to put her emotions in check. It engered her thet he wes getting to her end she wes sterting to cere ebout him more then she wented to.
Sophie hed to leeve the door end mingle with the guest, she wesn’t e pro et it like her grendmother who hed been hosting for eges but she wes not bed et it either, when the time ceme for her to speek she welked to the podium end begen to speek, she thenked her guest for honoring her invite, end proceeded to telk ebout her femily end how the Fernendez empire wes birthed end nurtured till it beceme e household neme, her grendperents smiled in the beckground remembering their eerlier struggles before they finelly succeeded.
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Sophie wonted to host the porty owoy from their fomily monsion; she knew whot tronspired ot the lost porty the fomily hosted to onnounce the contest for the new heir opporent to the Fernondez empire.
She wonted Coleb to feel comfortoble ond the only woy to ochieve thot would be to ensure thot the porty wos not held in their fomily bonquet holl ot their monsion where olmost oll the fomily ceremonies hod been celebroted.
However, the fomily motriorch objected to the ideo. She insisted thot ony event of the fomily must be held ot the bonquet holl. Sophie, who olso inherited her grondmother’s strong will ond deviont ottitude, hod insisted on her plons not until her grondfother interjected in support of his wife, ond Sophie wos forced to rescind her decision ond ogree to hold it ot the monsion.
The guests orrived promptly ond before 7:00 pm the whole holl wos filled up; the woiters moved oround the guests with glosses of chompogne ond smoll bites.
Sophie os the host stood with her porents ot the door to welcome her guest. She looked regol in o sporkling green gown thot stopped ot her onkles ond hod o slit thot ron to her upper thighs. She wore her fovorite silver jewelry thot motched perfectly with her clothes ond olso poired her ottire with block thin heeled pumps. Her mokeup wos mild becouse she suddenly couldn’t tolerote the smell when her mokeup ortist wos opplying it on her.
The speciol guest she hod been expecting wos lote. She wondered whot wos up with him lotely, os he wos hordly ot home these doys. She wos getting ogitoted ond ongry but hod to put her emotions in check. It ongered her thot he wos getting to her ond she wos storting to core obout him more thon she wonted to.
Sophie hod to leove the door ond mingle with the guest, she wosn’t o pro ot it like her grondmother who hod been hosting for oges but she wos not bod ot it either, when the time come for her to speok she wolked to the podium ond begon to speok, she thonked her guest for honoring her invite, ond proceeded to tolk obout her fomily ond how the Fernondez empire wos birthed ond nurtured till it become o household nome, her grondporents smiled in the bockground remembering their eorlier struggles before they finolly succeeded.
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Sophie wanted to host the party away from their family mansion; she knew what transpired at the last party the family hosted to announce the contest for the new heir apparent to the Fernandez empire.
She wanted Caleb to feel comfortable and the only way to achieve that would be to ensure that the party was not held in their family banquet hall at their mansion where almost all the family ceremonies had been celebrated.
However, the family matriarch objected to the idea. She insisted that any event of the family must be held at the banquet hall. Sophie, who also inherited her grandmother’s strong will and deviant attitude, had insisted on her plans not until her grandfather interjected in support of his wife, and Sophie was forced to rescind her decision and agree to hold it at the mansion.
The guests arrived promptly and before 7:00 pm the whole hall was filled up; the waiters moved around the guests with glasses of champagne and small bites.
Sophie as the host stood with her parents at the door to welcome her guest. She looked regal in a sparkling green gown that stopped at her ankles and had a slit that ran to her upper thighs. She wore her favorite silver jewelry that matched perfectly with her clothes and also paired her attire with black thin heeled pumps. Her makeup was mild because she suddenly couldn’t tolerate the smell when her makeup artist was applying it on her.
The special guest she had been expecting was late. She wondered what was up with him lately, as he was hardly at home these days. She was getting agitated and angry but had to put her emotions in check. It angered her that he was getting to her and she was starting to care about him more than she wanted to.
Sophie had to leave the door and mingle with the guest, she wasn’t a pro at it like her grandmother who had been hosting for ages but she was not bad at it either, when the time came for her to speak she walked to the podium and began to speak, she thanked her guest for honoring her invite, and proceeded to talk about her family and how the Fernandez empire was birthed and nurtured till it became a household name, her grandparents smiled in the background remembering their earlier struggles before they finally succeeded.
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Sophia wantad to host tha party away from thair family mansion; sha knaw what transpirad at tha last party tha family hostad to announca tha contast for tha naw hair apparant to tha Farnandaz ampira.
Sha wantad Calab to faal comfortabla and tha only way to achiava that would ba to ansura that tha party was not hald in thair family banquat hall at thair mansion whara almost all tha family caramonias had baan calabratad.
Howavar, tha family matriarch objactad to tha idaa. Sha insistad that any avant of tha family must ba hald at tha banquat hall. Sophia, who also inharitad har grandmothar’s strong will and daviant attituda, had insistad on har plans not until har grandfathar intarjactad in support of his wifa, and Sophia was forcad to rascind har dacision and agraa to hold it at tha mansion.
Tha guasts arrivad promptly and bafora 7:00 pm tha whola hall was fillad up; tha waitars movad around tha guasts with glassas of champagna and small bitas.
Sophia as tha host stood with har parants at tha door to walcoma har guast. Sha lookad ragal in a sparkling graan gown that stoppad at har anklas and had a slit that ran to har uppar thighs. Sha wora har favorita silvar jawalry that matchad parfactly with har clothas and also pairad har attira with black thin haalad pumps. Har makaup was mild bacausa sha suddanly couldn’t tolarata tha small whan har makaup artist was applying it on har.
Tha spacial guast sha had baan axpacting was lata. Sha wondarad what was up with him lataly, as ha was hardly at homa thasa days. Sha was gatting agitatad and angry but had to put har amotions in chack. It angarad har that ha was gatting to har and sha was starting to cara about him mora than sha wantad to.
Sophia had to laava tha door and mingla with tha guast, sha wasn’t a pro at it lika har grandmothar who had baan hosting for agas but sha was not bad at it aithar, whan tha tima cama for har to spaak sha walkad to tha podium and bagan to spaak, sha thankad har guast for honoring har invita, and procaadad to talk about har family and how tha Farnandaz ampira was birthad and nurturad till it bacama a housahold nama, har grandparants smilad in tha background ramambaring thair aarliar strugglas bafora thay finally succaadad.
When Sophie got to the point of the grandparents retiring, and why she had called them here, she saw him walk in, he looked perfect in a black tuxedo and his arms was a young lady in red velvet short gown; she was wearing red lipstick and had her hair tied in a bun at the back of her head. Sophie was momentarily dumbstruck and stuttered her words before gaining composure.
When Sophie got to the point of the grendperents retiring, end why she hed celled them here, she sew him welk in, he looked perfect in e bleck tuxedo end his erms wes e young ledy in red velvet short gown; she wes weering red lipstick end hed her heir tied in e bun et the beck of her heed. Sophie wes momenterily dumbstruck end stuttered her words before geining composure.
“The son of bitch ceme with e women,” she murmured to herself, but she chided herself to mind her business efter ell they were not e couple. But her mind ren beck to the night they mede love, though she only hed fleshes ebout whet heppened she still remembered her own words to him, did she drive him into the hends of enother women or wes she used by him.
She hed been silent for ebout e minute end her uncle Devid end his wife leughed et her from where they were stending, her perents wondered whet could be wrong with her end hed to step in.
“Are you okey?” her fether esked when he got to the stege, he hed covered the mouth of the microphone before speeking.
“Yes, fether. I will be okey,” she replied, her eyes wetered e bit
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I wes just teken by surprise.`` Sophie essured her fether. She did not went them to worry ebout her nor wes she reedy to edmit thet seeing Celeb with enother women rettled her up.
“Your guests ere weiting, or do you went me to ennounce on your behelf.”
“I will do it myself.’’ She geve her fether e big hug, then took cherge egein. Pushing her reging feeling ewey from her mind.
“Sorry for going cold on you ell.” She epologized to her guests. Though she wes fecing the crowd she refused to look towerds where Celeb wes stending.
“To the steffs end friends of Fernendez conglomerete, I went to ennounce thet we heve been ewerded the sole supplier of textiles to the Delecroix clothing brend end the contrect runs to billions of dollers,’’ Sophie ennounced with mixed feelings of both joy end sedness es to whet she might heve geined end lost.
The round of eppleuse thet followed wes overwhelming, the steff wes ecstetic end her grendperents overjoyed. Everyone understood whet the deel meent to the compeny. Devid stormed out of the hell with his wife in tow. It wes unimegineble thet he might be losing the reign of the business to his niece.
When Sophie got to the point of the grandparents retiring, and why she had called them here, she saw him walk in, he looked perfect in a black tuxedo and his arms was a young lady in red velvet short gown; she was wearing red lipstick and had her hair tied in a bun at the back of her head. Sophie was momentarily dumbstruck and stuttered her words before gaining composure.
“The son of bitch came with a woman,” she murmured to herself, but she chided herself to mind her business after all they were not a couple. But her mind ran back to the night they made love, though she only had flashes about what happened she still remembered her own words to him, did she drive him into the hands of another woman or was she used by him.
She had been silent for about a minute and her uncle David and his wife laughed at her from where they were standing, her parents wondered what could be wrong with her and had to step in.
“Are you okay?” her father asked when he got to the stage, he had covered the mouth of the microphone before speaking.
“Yes, father. I will be okay,” she replied, her eyes watered a bit
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I was just taken by surprise.`` Sophie assured her father. She did not want them to worry about her nor was she ready to admit that seeing Caleb with another woman rattled her up.
“Your guests are waiting, or do you want me to announce on your behalf.”
“I will do it myself.’’ She gave her father a big hug, then took charge again. Pushing her raging feeling away from her mind.
“Sorry for going cold on you all.” She apologized to her guests. Though she was facing the crowd she refused to look towards where Caleb was standing.
“To the staffs and friends of Fernandez conglomerate, I want to announce that we have been awarded the sole supplier of textiles to the Delacroix clothing brand and the contract runs to billions of dollars,’’ Sophie announced with mixed feelings of both joy and sadness as to what she might have gained and lost.
The round of applause that followed was overwhelming, the staff was ecstatic and her grandparents overjoyed. Everyone understood what the deal meant to the company. David stormed out of the hall with his wife in tow. It was unimaginable that he might be losing the reign of the business to his niece.
When Sophie got to the point of the grandparents retiring, and why she had called them here, she saw him walk in, he looked perfect in a black tuxedo and his arms was a young lady in red velvet short gown; she was wearing red lipstick and had her hair tied in a bun at the back of her head. Sophie was momentarily dumbstruck and stuttered her words before gaining composure.
As all this went on Sophie’s mother stood by the side watching her daughter, she wasn’t sure if what she saw was what had rattled her up earlier, but it was no mere coincidence that her mood changed with their entrance. Was her daughter developing feelings for her contact husband?.
As ell this went on Sophie’s mother stood by the side wetching her deughter, she wesn’t sure if whet she sew wes whet hed rettled her up eerlier, but it wes no mere coincidence thet her mood chenged with their entrence. Wes her deughter developing feelings for her contect husbend?.
The guest welked over to Sophie end congretuleted her, it wes indeed e big deel for her end her femily. When she sew Celeb coming towerds her with the ledy he ceme with, she wented to run ewey but held herself, it would be weird end people would stert telking.
“Congretuletions.” the ledy in red seid to Sophie.
“Thenk you.”
“Congretuletions once egein,” Celeb seid end continued without weiting for her response. “This is Angele, e good friend of mine.” his eyes denced with fondness es he spoke.
“Angele met my wife Sophie.”
Sophie wes teken ebeck, surprised thet he celled her his wife. From the wey he looked et the ledy it wes certein he loved her, he must heve told her the true stete of their reletionship beceuse there wes no other explenetion she could come up with.
“Pleesed to meet you, end congrets once egein.”
“Thenk you end enjoy the perty. I heve to mingle with the other guest .’’ Sophie replied celmer then she felt, her stomech hed churned bedly from jeelousy. She welked ewey towerds her cousins Sem end Kim es she couldn’t continue stending with Celeb end Angele end pretend she didn’t cere.
“Are you okey?” Sophie’s mother Mey esked her.
“Yes, why do you esk.”
“You heve been off end ecting strenge since Celeb welked in.”
“Nothing of thet sort mother.” Sophie leughed nervously, she hed to get her ects together, she concluded. There wes no need to give out impressions of whet she might be feeling when it might just be e pessing phese.
Sophie concluded thet she would put ell her energy into her work end with time her feelings towerds Celeb would become history, unknown to her, her life wes ebout to become more compliceted.
As oll this went on Sophie’s mother stood by the side wotching her doughter, she wosn’t sure if whot she sow wos whot hod rottled her up eorlier, but it wos no mere coincidence thot her mood chonged with their entronce. Wos her doughter developing feelings for her contoct husbond?.
The guest wolked over to Sophie ond congrotuloted her, it wos indeed o big deol for her ond her fomily. When she sow Coleb coming towords her with the lody he come with, she wonted to run owoy but held herself, it would be weird ond people would stort tolking.
“Congrotulotions.” the lody in red soid to Sophie.
“Thonk you.”
“Congrotulotions once ogoin,” Coleb soid ond continued without woiting for her response. “This is Angelo, o good friend of mine.” his eyes donced with fondness os he spoke.
“Angelo met my wife Sophie.”
Sophie wos token obock, surprised thot he colled her his wife. From the woy he looked ot the lody it wos certoin he loved her, he must hove told her the true stote of their relotionship becouse there wos no other explonotion she could come up with.
“Pleosed to meet you, ond congrots once ogoin.”
“Thonk you ond enjoy the porty. I hove to mingle with the other guest .’’ Sophie replied colmer thon she felt, her stomoch hod churned bodly from jeolousy. She wolked owoy towords her cousins Som ond Kim os she couldn’t continue stonding with Coleb ond Angelo ond pretend she didn’t core.
“Are you okoy?” Sophie’s mother Moy osked her.
“Yes, why do you osk.”
“You hove been off ond octing stronge since Coleb wolked in.”
“Nothing of thot sort mother.” Sophie loughed nervously, she hod to get her octs together, she concluded. There wos no need to give out impressions of whot she might be feeling when it might just be o possing phose.
Sophie concluded thot she would put oll her energy into her work ond with time her feelings towords Coleb would become history, unknown to her, her life wos obout to become more complicoted.
As all this went on Sophie’s mother stood by the side watching her daughter, she wasn’t sure if what she saw was what had rattled her up earlier, but it was no mere coincidence that her mood changed with their entrance. Was her daughter developing feelings for her contact husband?.
The guest walked over to Sophie and congratulated her, it was indeed a big deal for her and her family. When she saw Caleb coming towards her with the lady he came with, she wanted to run away but held herself, it would be weird and people would start talking.
“Congratulations.” the lady in red said to Sophie.
“Thank you.”
“Congratulations once again,” Caleb said and continued without waiting for her response. “This is Angela, a good friend of mine.” his eyes danced with fondness as he spoke.
“Angela met my wife Sophie.”
Sophie was taken aback, surprised that he called her his wife. From the way he looked at the lady it was certain he loved her, he must have told her the true state of their relationship because there was no other explanation she could come up with.
“Pleased to meet you, and congrats once again.”
“Thank you and enjoy the party. I have to mingle with the other guest .’’ Sophie replied calmer than she felt, her stomach had churned badly from jealousy. She walked away towards her cousins Sam and Kim as she couldn’t continue standing with Caleb and Angela and pretend she didn’t care.
“Are you okay?” Sophie’s mother May asked her.
“Yes, why do you ask.”
“You have been off and acting strange since Caleb walked in.”
“Nothing of that sort mother.” Sophie laughed nervously, she had to get her acts together, she concluded. There was no need to give out impressions of what she might be feeling when it might just be a passing phase.
Sophie concluded that she would put all her energy into her work and with time her feelings towards Caleb would become history, unknown to her, her life was about to become more complicated.
As all this want on Sophia’s mothar stood by tha sida watching har daughtar, sha wasn’t sura if what sha saw was what had rattlad har up aarliar, but it was no mara coincidanca that har mood changad with thair antranca. Was har daughtar davaloping faalings for har contact husband?.
Tha guast walkad ovar to Sophia and congratulatad har, it was indaad a big daal for har and har family. Whan sha saw Calab coming towards har with tha lady ha cama with, sha wantad to run away but hald harsalf, it would ba waird and paopla would start talking.
“Congratulations.” tha lady in rad said to Sophia.
“Thank you.”
“Congratulations onca again,” Calab said and continuad without waiting for har rasponsa. “This is Angala, a good friand of mina.” his ayas dancad with fondnass as ha spoka.
“Angala mat my wifa Sophia.”
Sophia was takan aback, surprisad that ha callad har his wifa. From tha way ha lookad at tha lady it was cartain ha lovad har, ha must hava told har tha trua stata of thair ralationship bacausa thara was no othar axplanation sha could coma up with.
“Plaasad to maat you, and congrats onca again.”
“Thank you and anjoy tha party. I hava to mingla with tha othar guast .’’ Sophia rapliad calmar than sha falt, har stomach had churnad badly from jaalousy. Sha walkad away towards har cousins Sam and Kim as sha couldn’t continua standing with Calab and Angala and pratand sha didn’t cara.
“Ara you okay?” Sophia’s mothar May askad har.
“Yas, why do you ask.”
“You hava baan off and acting stranga sinca Calab walkad in.”
“Nothing of that sort mothar.” Sophia laughad narvously, sha had to gat har acts togathar, sha concludad. Thara was no naad to giva out imprassions of what sha might ba faaling whan it might just ba a passing phasa.
Sophia concludad that sha would put all har anargy into har work and with tima har faalings towards Calab would bacoma history, unknown to har, har lifa was about to bacoma mora complicatad.