3. Is This Some Kind of Sick Joke?
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3. Is This Some Kind of Sick Joke?
Sara
"I don't want to go!" My sister stares at me with a murderous glare. I know this is something she often does, but I don't like it. It makes me feel like I'm a discounted item on sale.
"You have to go. You're one of my top models. I know it's the first time you have to do it, but it's necessary. It's for a good cause."
She tries to convince me and almost succeeds. I know she has always been very committed to these kinds of events, but it never fell to me to participate because of my age.
"Fine. But if I end up paired with some fat and ugly man, I’ll repay you with a month’s worth of cold-shoulder treatment."
My sister jumps onto the bed and hugs me. She is like my second mother. I've spent a lot of time with her and her husband, and they treat me like another daughter.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Have I told you how much I love you?" We hug and stay like that for a moment. I feel safe and loved.
"I love you more. You're my sister-mom." While we're like this, I turn to the door and see four heads peeking in. Their mischievous giggles tell us they're about to do something not very nice.
"We love you too!" They shout and all jump and fall on us.
The laughter doesn't stop on my bed. My brother Tony's two daughters and Lily's two sons have become my siblings too. Tickling is the order of the moment. But my sister manages to escape and stands up, even though her hair is all tangled.
"Alright, alright, everyone out because Princess Luz is going to dress for the ball. Who knows, maybe her Prince Charming will come galloping on a white horse to claim her". My nieces laugh because they know I'm not a fan of fairy tales. This is ironic, given how much I loved them as a child, according to my father.
I roll my eyes in annoyance. Despite being a thirty-seven-year-old woman, she still dreams of those things. I'm more practical. That's why that night, I decided to do what I did with that man. I still remember the exhilarating sensations he made me feel. I don't regret it. I want to live my life to the fullest, and for me, virginity is a taboo.
Once I’m alone, I get up and head for the shower, letting out a deep sigh. I know tonight is an important night for my sister. It's the first time she has to organize the charity auction for the foundation she runs with some of her friends.
It's all for charity. Here we go.
Later
"I’m ready." I descend the stairs in the dress my sister chose for me. It’s the one I modeled at the last runway show. Of course, my red hair is hidden under this dark-haired wig, and my eyes are now blue. I look older and sophisticated. Hehe. My father, every time he sees me like this, almost has a heart attack. To him, I'm still a baby in diapers, and he doesn't want me to look more mature. If only he knew what his little girl is capable of doing and has done.
Everyone looks at me with approval. My mother and father look very elegant in their evening wear. They are still beautiful at their age. My sister looks perfect and wonderful, and my brother-in-law, as always, is quite the charmer.
*****
Daxter
"What are you laughing at, you i***t?" My friend Angelo, who casually decided to visit today, has been laughing nonstop. And it just so happens that I have to attend this stupid charity event tonight. As if the hefty donation they requested wasn’t enough, they need me to show up so they can try to marry me off to someone’s daughter.
"Hahaha, I can't help but laugh at your anguished face. You look like you're going to a funeral, hahaha." I give him a murderous look.
"Get dressed and come with me. I don't want to go alone. Those ladies are really intimidating." If they are half as intense as my mother, I see I'll have more than one debutante looking for a husband chasing after me.
"Nah, I'll pass. I'd rather wait here. Besides, I'm going to video call Renata." His girl had to travel to another country for a specialization, so he's always attentive to her calls.
From what he says, I realize he won't come with me for anything in the world.
"Alright, see you later." I leave there and head straight to the entrance, where the limo and driver are waiting for me.
****
"Daxter Jacobs." I hand my invitation to the entrance staff, although I know it's not necessary. In this city, everyone knows me.
"Please come in, Mr. Jacobs. The entrance to the VIP area is this way." A friendly young lady guides me to my seat. She offers me something to drink, and I order cognac.
The auction begins shortly after. There are some genuinely exquisite items. I bid on two or three pieces, and near the end, the two designers leading the event present an exclusive dress each. I decide to participate, knowing my mother loves these designs.
"Sold to the gentleman with number 509!" I smile to myself. That was very easy. When I think everything is over, they inform us that the two main models will be responsible for delivering each winner their prize and will have a cocktail with us.
Wow! I scored a dress and a potential candidate to stalk me.
They direct me to the place where the items are delivered, and when I do, I see from behind the exquisite figure of a beautiful woman.
"Mr. Jacobs! Thank you for your contribution. Allow me to introduce you to our model Rubi." Slowly, the girl turns around.
I slowly approach the beauty in front of me, and I don't know why, but I feel like we know each other. She extends her hand to greet me.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jacobs, and thank you for your contribution." There's something familiar about her, but I can't identify what it is.
"Likewise, Miss Rubi. The pleasure is mine. Excuse me... do we know each other?" I ask her, and she looks at me intently, shaking her head at my question.
"I don't think so. Or maybe we've seen each other at some other event. Who knows? Haha!" she lets out a moderate and melodious laugh. But suddenly it seems fake to me.
"Care to join me for a drink in the lounge?" I see she hesitates, but after a moment, she nods.
"Sure, why not?" I offer her my arm and she takes it. That's when I realize something. Her perfume. It's the same as hers. Sara.
"Do you happen to have a red-haired sister named Sara?" I ask jokingly, but I see the glass in her hand drop to the floor.
"Sorry, it slipped. Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom for a moment." After saying that, she runs to the bathroom.
What a peculiar girl!
Sara
Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! He's about to find me out. I have to get out of here.
Any mistake I make could be very dangerous. I text my sister, telling her I'm feeling a bit unwell and that I'm going to leave.
I choose not to say goodbye to that man; it’s best if he doesn’t see me again. I head to the parking lot looking for the exit to catch a taxi, when I see a huge white limousine.
"Whose car is this?" I ask aloud, but someone behind me answers.
"It's my boss's, Mr. Daxter Jacobs." He tells me and I sigh.
«Who knows, maybe your Prince Charming will come on a white horse to find you»
My sister's words echo in my head. Is this a damn joke?
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