Chapter 5 5

Once I was back in the house, I took a little nap, since I have a long way to go tomorrow.

I woke up in the deadly hours of the night, not after screaming that I haven't booked a ticket yet. I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, after remembering I had told my driver to make sure my flight is booked already.

I was done arranging my clothes in the Louis Vuitton travelling bag, I took my Fenti Perfume and sprayed it on top my clothes and on all the inner edges of my travelling bag.

Since I was young that had been a regular ritual of mine and I hadn't made any plans of when that act would stop, I was bound to continue with it until I got tired of travelling and I can't travel no more.

I didn't forget to fold in my strapless red gown with high thigh slits.

I remembered the last time I had boarded a plane from Spain to Trinidad, that was my first time leaving Spain, it was my hometown, my place of birth, so why would I have any thoughts of leaving there forever.

I had once wanted to travel around, to see the outside of Spain but Leonor never allowed me to do so, so possessive and selfish.

He never cared about me, only his god-damned selfish interest, claimed I was his flower and won't allow people to see me randomly.

"Shit!!", I cursed, I fucking hate him, yeah, I still hate him even though he is five feet below the surface of Earth, I will fucking hate him until I take my last breathe.

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"Put on your seat belts, we are about to take off", were the words that brought me back to reality, I had zoned out, I brought my palms to my forehead and noticed I was sweating profusely, prior to how cold it was inside the Plane.

I turned to my left and saw the woman who sat beside me, it didn't take me long to know she's an Asian, particularly from Indian.

From the way she dressed to her accent. Apart from the high rate of rape in Indian, I love their culture and lifestyle. From their mode of dressing which they try so hard to maintain not withstanding how modernized the world is becoming daily and in this twenty-first century.

Their dance and their movies, they are under the top ten countries I love so much although I haven't stepped my foot there, but I hoped someday I would go there and have an enthralling adventure.

We reached Spain by 2pm in the afternoon, it was an eight hours and thirty-five minutes journey, I felt my neck ache on how long I had slept, not just that, but I have a very bad habit of sleeping, the way I toss my head about brought about my neck ache.

The plane had stopped in Barcelona, so I had to take a cab from Barcelona to Madrid, which is sixy-one kilometers away from Barcelona.

While I was in the cab, I could not help but get enthralled by the new looks of Spain, it was everything nice and good, I could say the government is making good use of the funds very well.

I tapped on the on button of my phone to check the message Miss Ellie Santiago had earlier sent to me, I checked the address for the umpteenth time as my hands tightened and trembled on the edge of my phone.

"POZUELO DE ALARCON", I read the address aloud to myself, I kept repeating it like though I was reciting a poem.

POZUELO DE ALARCON, an outstanding suburban area in Madrid region which is the capital of Spain.

For once I thought the Cab Driver would tag me insane, but I never minded as all I thought of was DON RODERIGO DE ALVA.

He was in my mind, my head, he was fucking messing me up, I clutched on the hem of my dress.

"You. Are. Fucking. Stupid", My subconsciousness said to me. I never blamed it for once. Why would I ever be thinking of a man that murdered my husband?.

My conscience sighed. It always did like that whenever I talked about him murdering my husband, like though he is innocent of it.

"Nosotras hemos ilegado", - we have arrived. The driver said in his very thick Spanish accent.

I looked around, the estate was magnificent, exquisite, gosh, everything nice. I brought out my lipgloss from my handbag and applied it to my almost dried lips which was as a result of how high the air conditioner was in the Cab.

"Cuanto pòr èl víàjé?", - how much for the ride. I asked him.

"£25", twenty-five Euro, he replied.

I reached into my handbag, brought out a Hundred Euro note and gave it to him. On seeing the money, his lips stretched into a wide smile showing me the big gap in his upper teeth, practically he was grinning.

"Grãcìás Sënórà", - thanks madam. he replied showing me how grateful he was, he went over to the trunk of his car and brought out my travelling bag.

I thanked him and went along to dial my client's number, since I was going to be staying in the ALVAS' mansion, not just tonight, but maybe for the rest of my stay in Madrid, Spain.

I was about to dial Miss Ellie's number when I saw a black Maybach Mercedes Benz with a tinted glass approach me. I took a step back so that the Rider would pass.

I almost wanted to yell at the person who was driving towards me until the Mercedez Benz came to an abrupt stop.

I frowned my face and waited impatiently for whoever was in the car to come down so I could yell all I want, when a fine slim lady came down.

She walked towards me and said "Bienvenidos Sènõrá Cassandra", - welcome Madam Cassandra.

That was when I realized she must be my client Miss Ellie Santiago, I had almost not recognized her, she looks different from the pictures of her which I saw.

In reality, she looked smaller, a petite figure just like I was when I was eighteen and a very small full lips, unlike her pictures which made her look more matured and less petite.

She wanted to give me a handshake when I pulled her in for a hug.

STEP ONE : MAKE SURE YOUR CLIENT HAS THIS SENSE OF CALMNESS AND TRUST FOR YOU.

I guess she was shocked by my approach, "who would not be?", I asked myself.

"És ún plàcér cõnòcértē", - it's a pleasure to meet you. I replied her after a long silence between us.

"Trust your flight went well and it was not delayed, I haven't ever ridden in a plane but I heard all of these do happen. I am not really in a hurry as I know my husband Roderigo would make sure I don't lack in any of those, he promised me that.

He told me once we are married, I would go on a honeymoon to any country of my choice and guess what?", she stopped, her voice was filled with yearnings of a teenager.

I looked at her and nodded my head, giving her a go ahead to continue with what she was saying.

"He said I would be going alone for the honeymoon, so I could have all the time to myself, alone, isn't that cute?", she asked.

I looked at her, she was having all these dreamy look.

"Where in the world does a woman go for her honey moon alone?", I asked myself.

I knew I was doomed as well as her, not just because I was going to have a long way to go with her, but also because I just met the worst extrovert of a kind.