Infatuation Of Darkness

After the humiliating episode, Alexis had focused on the book very rigorously. Mainly it was because she did not want to ponder on the joke that Nikita and Isobel had played on her. Worst now Isabelle knew too. Alexis could still feel the feeling of humiliation even while Isabelle chose not to comment on it.

Learning about relatives was tough but that was nothing because she is was yet to memorize them too. According to Isabelle, she had to know everyone because if she forgot someone and remembered the other it would cause a whole new drama and rivalry. No one had known Alexis before she was chosen by Angelo so if Alexis paid any extra attention to anyone the family could come in suspicion. But that was only in rumours, the truth was she would seem forgetful and not to mention rude to others.

When the who's who was over it wasn't dinner time. Nikita and Isobel had already eaten, so Alexis and Isabelle ate some and went to bed. But before going to bed, Alexis set an alarm for wallet Morning. There was something she had to do.

Later, in the morning...

It was four-thirty in the morning and she was up early, sitting in her nightsuit on the kitchen slab. The shinny silver, salt and sugar kit was kept on the dining table for meals.

The classic trick was to change it and cause trouble to the daily users, especially when Nikita quite contrast to her usual bitter self as black personality liked her tea four sugar cubes sweet. Even Alexis felt that that was too much. She went ahead and threw the sugar in a bowl and replaced it with the salt the other shaker was already filled with it. After the exchange, she went up to the guest room where her dear friend Isobel was staying with a bowl of turmeric.

Softly opening her door, she peered in to observe Isobel's soft breathing. She was fast asleep. She silently walked to the bathroom where her body products were. She twisted open the handle of her moisturizer and the smell wafted into the air. It was very pleasant. Alexis quickly learned the name to buy it later.

Emptying the bowl in her body lotion. She cleaned the shelf of any leftover turmeric and walked back closing the door, very very gently.

As the door shut, she immediately perked up and walked back, fast-paced to her room. Falling back on the bed, she laughed a bit. But then she remembered something else too. She got up again and walked to her office. Agatha had stocked up every item of stationery and extras for her. She took some glue and walked back to Isobel's room.

Now, she listened through the door for any noises and then opened the door a little bit. She looked at her oblivious sleeping form and went to her dressing table. She swiftly and gently checked the prices of every cream and chose the most expensive one. She poured the glue into it and then with an earbud she mixed it. Closing the door, she went back to her room.

"This is life," turning over, she smiled into her pillow and fell asleep.

*******

"Good morning," Isabelle wished as soon as Alexis came into her view. Alexis was dressed pretty casually for today and looked eager for something. 

"Morning," Alexis wished back as well all smiley. Breakfast was all baked goods today and she ate to her heart's content because the scones, pastries and churro and everything else were to die for.

"Oh my god!" A yellow Isobel came to the table. "Baked goodies, wow!" She smiled and took a seat. She also had wrinkles on her face, that seemed to be tightening every growing second. 

Isabelle and Alexis looked at each other with concern and at least one of them had genuine feelings of it. The other was hiding something underneath it. 

"Isobel," Alexis stated. "you're a bit yellow in colour.." she felt the need to pause for a moment for dramatic effect but shut up in the end.

"Oh," she looked at her arm, turning it to see more clearly, "It's style, babe. A new tan colour in the market. It sets after some time, you have a lot to learn. I might go to the parlour today though," She informed everyone. 

She shakily dismissed the concern. 

"The beauticians would come here on the day of the wedding. Why do you have to go out to a parlour?" Isabelle raised her eyebrow while questioning her. Not that she didn't want her to go but in festivities, the attacks were common as one couldn't be careful enough. 

"Oh um, I had ordered a hair treatment. They are going to show it to me and discuss the details about it." A lie that was. But Isabelle shook her head. She was not in the mood for questioning. 

Alexis hid her smile, knowing that she was going to go out to get it corrected because she didn't know that it was Tumeric, which could be washed off by soap, well after several items of washings eventually but yeah it would do away.

"Hey," Nikita came in. The maid immediately set her tea in front of her like every morning. Grabbing the sugar container or salt, she started pouring it to her heart's content. Alexis watched, dipping her vanilla scone in her tea, enjoying the show as the happy expressions of Nikita slowly turned sour.

"What the fuck?" She spits the salty tea back in the cup. Gagging at the flavour, she immediately went for the water to wash it down.

"Fuck, who did that?!" She yelled at the maid and Alexis took the chance to come in and rescue her.

"Oh come on Nikita, it's an honest mistake, chill. It won't happen again." As soon as you don't prank me again. She looked at the maid, clearly making everyone think that she was talking for the maid and saving her and not an ounce of planning was involved regarding anything. 

"It's not an honest mistake!" 

"It is, sometimes people get confused." 

"They shouldn't. It's salt and sugar!" Nikita again yelled in anger. "It's plain simple."

"Either you let it go or you put them in their respective places from tomorrow onwards." Isabelle declares having enough of her foolishness.

"Fine," Nikita gave in, looking at the maid she said, "go make me another tea and fix the containers." She sighed, her morning was ruined. Now, she had to take another nap to begin it. 

******

"you did what?" Angelo chuckled on the phone as Alexis was telling him what she had done that morning. She had talked to him about every detail and the precautions that she had taken with it. 

"Well, they started it!" She continued to laugh.

"Anyway," Angelo cleared his throat, "how did you like your office?"

"It's pretty," she immediately said. "But do you think that I could visit my mother?"

"No Alexis, I cannot allow you that. She yelled at you and me-"

"Well, she didn't know who you were!" She cut him off in between. "Just let me call her, you have the number blocked!"

"Alexis shut it!" Words said in anger could be recognised by anyone. She went silent and was ready to hang up when she saw Agatha was showing her her hand. She was telling Alexis to stop. 

"It's not happening. I am sending you some files; via email. Check and let me know your opinion on the investments." After demanding that, he hung up.

Alexis spoke a hello and another one but didn't receive a reply. On checking, she found that he had hung up on her.

"Oh so he gets to hang up on me and I don't?" She raised her hands and looked at Agatha.

"Well, he's a man." She simply shrugged.

"And?" Alexis asked. "That does not answer my question. He doesn't get to do things because of a penis." Hell, it didn't answer anyone's question. Agatha snickered. 

"You can't throw a tantrum right now otherwise he will have to discipline you publicly because you're not family but after marriage when you are officially his wife, you can throw as many tantrums as you like because that would be your and his business." She poured Alexis a glass of water. 

"No one can say anything then."

"Why can they now?" 

"Because you are a stranger disrespecting the Don. They could kill you for that and they would be excused for it too. Disrespect is hardly tolerated and people are killed for less." 

She drank the water to calm her nerves. Maybe she should tone it down a little, she had her own life with mum now and two days didn't matter. She was going to be there for the wedding anyway.

Switching the screen on, she opened the files he had sent her when she realised that she after a long time had checked her emails. Should she try emailing her mum?