Chapter 57: Sick daughters and Wretched people.

FIFI.

Mum finally agreed with me after a few more convincing words. I was glad she did otherwise I would have had to do something about it.

“I also met Gigi today mum.” I smiled, beaming at mum but she didn’t smile back. “We talked for a few minutes. I wanted to follow him home but he turned me down. What else I’m I going to do for him to stop treating me that way?” I asked my mum, exasperated.

“When will you get off his back?” She finally spoke when she wanted to.

“Excuse me?” I asked, somewhat confused by mum’s utterance.

“I asked when you will get off his back. When do you want to stop this unhealthy obsession you have with him?” Mum queried. I frowned.

“Mum, please.” I stopped her before she could go further. “What do you mean by obsession? I love him. I love Giovanni so much. I’ve loved him since we were kids and he is aware. He knows that.” I told her.

“That is the problem, right there. You’ve loved him since you were kids. You were just a high schooler, what did you know about love? You were too young to claim to love him. It was an unhealthy crush from the onset.” She deadpanned.

“You never agree with me mum! Just because he doesn’t act as if he loves me does not mean he doesn’t. He does. I’ve seen it. Gigi is a softie at heart. We are in love. He is going to marry me as our dads had arranged.” I told her. She laughed.

“Gigi can’t resist me. He is my mum. Mine to claim and mine to love and hold, forever. He had become mine since I set my eyes on him. You don’t have to believe me. Just be happy for me.” I tried to persuade her. She stopped laughing.

“Happy?” She asked shaking her head. “I can’t be happy for you Fiorella when you go around throwing yourself at him. It doesn’t work that way. If Gigi loves you, he would never turn you down. He always turns you down. He does well to avoid you. How do you want to marry someone that is struggling to tolerate you!” She deadpanned. Tears brimmed in my eyes.

“Look at you, Fifi. You are very beautiful. You have achieved a lot. You are hardworking, beautiful, smart, and loving. All you have to do is to just pick yourself another man. No man could resist that charm you possess, my dear.” She said softly.

“I want Gigi, mum. I want Gigi and nobody else. He is mine. Just like you said, I’m beautiful, I’m smart, hardworking, and loving. All I have to do is to make him see that. I just need to show him what he is missing.” I smiled.

Mum facepalmed struggling to keep her breath even. “Fiorella, listen to me! He doesn’t want you. Gigi doesn’t want you. He doesn’t like you. Why can’t you just accept that?” She yelled, visibly annoyed now.

“He doesn’t have to mum. And I can’t accept that. I’ve lived my life for him. He has to accept me. I won’t give him a choice. It’s not like he has one.” I hissed.

“Listen, mum, I came to this city from Italy to New York to win him over. Cos I can. I’m here to try harder. I came here to make him fall hard for me and I’m going to succeed. All you have to do is to sit back and watch me. Gigi is mine and no one else.” I beamed.

“Christ! My daughter is sick.” Mum proclaimed.

“Yeah, sick in love,” I said in a sing-song voice.

She hissed. “You need a drink to think straight. Grace!” Mum called one of the maids. I smiled and relaxed. The maid came running in the official uniform.

She bowed her head to my mum. “Yes, madam.” She replied. I stared at her.

“Get my daughter a drink.” My mum told her.

She nodded and faced me. “What would you like me?” She asked me. Her face looked eerily familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“Orange juice will be fine,” I mumbled. She bowed and left to get me my order.

“Mum, when did you employ her?” I asked my mum. She looked up from her phone which she had gone back to.

“Recently.” She replied in monotone. I picked up my phone and went through my IG page while I waited for my drink. I uploaded a picture of Gigi with the caption my heart. I tagged him. Soon, comments started to flood in with likes. I smiled taking my time to go through them.

The maid walked in carrying my juice to place it on the small fancy stool beside my feet. I was smiling, replying to whoever deserved replies while I left the scumbags I didn’t know.

A loud yelp drew my attention away from my phone. It was the maid. She had spilled my drink all over the floor. I went mad as I saw what she had done.

“I’m so sorry, madam.” She apologized profusely. “I slipped and missed a foot.” She kept saying. I snickered.

“It’s okay. Fetch her another glass and come clean this up.” My mum said accessing the scene but I wasn’t going to be her go that easily.

“And where do you think you are going, old hag?” I thundered as I put down my drink.

“I’m sorry, madam. I didn’t mean…” She started to say when my voice caught her off.

“Did I ask you to explain yourself?” I yelled. “You miserable fool! That juice you just spilled will sum up to everything you have on right now, did you know that?” I yelled.

“No, ma. I’m so sorry madam. I promise I didn’t mean to…” I slapped her. She fell back from the contact.

“You don’t speak if I didn’t ask you to,” I warned her.

“Fifi?” Mum called warningly but I ignored her.

“Now, you are going to get on your knees and clean that mess you made with your tongue,” I ordered her.

“Fifi, what is wrong with you? Let her go.” Mum warned.

“You better get to work cos no one is saving you from me today.” I scoffed and took my seat.

Then, I watched her do as told with tears coursing down her cheeks.

That was it. Wretched people like her deserved that much from the wealthy like me.