Sinner In The Dinner

All eyes seemed to be plastered on the newly arrived red coloured convertible that drove in the moment. And surprisingly to everyone, the alighter was none other than a lady. Some guest exposed their inquisitive faces and watched this lady head-to-toe.

Mrs convertible wasn't so preoccupied to not have notice the crowd prying eyes. But despite all the inquisitiveness, she still ignored everyone of them and catwalked in.

Sauntered towards the front porch of my residence, and in attempt to cock my door handle sideways, Mr Dubois from behind a closed window who had just seen the convertible drive in scurried in front of the door and opened it.

'Hi,' she handed a card over to him from her bag. 'I was invited by a friend.' Mr Dubois delved inside his pocket under his suit to introduce an eyeglass. He wore the glasses and read the card. After which, he gave the lady a mischievous stare with his glasses hanging off his nose bridge.

'Why not come in.' he insisted politely and gestured inside. The lady ambled pass him after a warm smile and he shut the door behind her. He delved inside his pocket under his suit and took out a phone. Dialed a number and placed the phone after his ears.

ALONG the road of Georgia, Atlanta; four muscle obsolete SUVs dashed past the beautiful busy streets of the night. Inside the third vehicle I sat. A phone rang underneath the suit of a bodyguard on the front seat. He took out the phone and gave it to me behind saying, 'Sir, it's yours.'

I took the phone and slid it to the answer button, 'Alvaché speaking.'

'Good evening sir, it's Mr Dubois.'

'Whatch'ya got for me?'

'Mr Ché I believe your presence is required.'

'How so?'

'It appears your Evantra Millecaval just arrived now sir. Without you in it.'

I was slow to process his statement. I couldn't tell if he was joking around or not. There wasn't much difference in his accent; halcyon and steady. It was hard to bring out the humor in him since he gets seldom shocked nor surprised at things.

'Stall her. I'll be home as soon as possible.' I replied and hanged up.

MRS convertible made herself at home via the luxurious melody the orchestra brothers had to deliver. Soon after a while, she strode down into a white room besiegeed by multiple astonishing abstract paintings. One after the other, she tried to give life to the paintings through lossing all focus in them.

'Confounding, isn't it.' She abruptly turned behind to see the owner of the voice. The moment she realised it was the man from earlier she loosened up a bit. 'I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be here.'

'Oh, you shouldn't be. Art is something no man should be deprived of.' he stepped closer to her as he spoke.

She took her head back at the paintings and commented, 'The're beautiful.'

Mr Dubois smiled an pointed to a painting on the right, 'This was constructed in the early eighties.' The lady was astonished to hear the worth of such a painting. 'All of this paintings represent a significant detailed in each of a person's life.' he added.

While inspecting all the paintings, her eyes landed on the only unique picture of all. A man. Mr Dubois seemed to have caught her prying gaze so he spoke, 'That is father Silvio Gaspare Mazzanti.'

'Oh yeah, Mazzanti. I've heard. I'm so sorry.'

Mr Dubois nodded with a smile. 'I can't be here, let me—'

'If there's anywhere you should be, it should be at the dinning hall. Mrs...' Mr Dubois interrupted.

'Celine. Miss Celine.'

'Miss Celine.' Mr Dubois spoke smiling.

'By the way Miss, who did you say your friend was? I might do the honours of locating her for you.' Mr Dubois placidly said.

'Oh yeah, About that. It's a he actually.' she exposed a crocodile smile.

'Oh, may I ask who this friend is.' Mr Dubois enquired formally.

'It's… erm the son of the Mazzantis. He won't be able to make it so he sent me instead.' A very fashioned lair with grades. If Mr Dubois wasn't a part of the family, I'll bet he'll fall for her wiles. But he was part, so he didint.

'Oh yes. I heard he hasn't been present for few days now.' Mr Dubois decided to play along. This clearly was the only way he could figure out this lady's inner motives. Also, remember that time I told you how disconsolate I was to hear the news of my parents; I was missing at that period. Approximately only about fifty percent of the guest here has seen my face since they left. This was her key, her gate pass.

SUBSEQUENTLY, time passed and the guests around made discussions with people on business related topics, future plans and even discreetly amalgamation of firms. Since no one was present to stand for the Mazzantis, Mr Dubois took it upon himself to accept business plans, request and proposals. Not to forget condolences which were the inundating greetings of all.

Meanwhile, Celine on the other hand had studied the entire floor of my manor. Not sure why she did it, but I figured this was the best time she had since Mr Dubois was preoccupied with the guests.

'Where are you?!' someone outside my mansion sounded infuriated on the phone.

~I'm right outside! The question is where are you?~

'What do you mean? I'm the one outside and I can't see you!'

~Oh wait! I think I see marmaid, on red!~

Abruptly, the caller looked ahead and the body of a man on a black suit wearing a turtle neck scurried to her. The instant the man arrived he grabbed the lady by her ass and frenched kissed her. The lady returned back the kiss to him.

'Stop, messing around we've got only one shot at this.' the lady managed to speak during the kiss. The man continued to kiss further, making the lady push him back.

'I'm serious.'

The man stares into her eyes while smoothening her face. 'Yeah, alright.'

'Good.' the lady pulls the man by his hand and dashed in quickly into a glass slide. 'I've managed to make my way into most of the rooms down here, and I think I've located it.'

'Well, what are we waiting for, let's get to it!' said the man enthusiastically. Soon the two majestically hold hands and walked pass other guests, putting on the best act under their sleeves. After they arrive at a door where they surreptitiously open.

Behold, behind this door was literally like the tales of *the man who walked the heavens*. The neverending shimmering lights reflecting on the entire stones as they entered. Every inch, every place was occupied with black mannequins in extraordinary dazzling jewels. On the neck, wrist, fingers, ears … name the place. No mannequin was left deshabile. Because of this the intruders were left speechless. Never once in their career of theft and deception had they come across this type of a collection of wealth. The lady, Miss Celene was on the verge of shedding tears, but she had a job to do. She quickly dispelled her emerging thought and called for the man to carry many as possible.

The man didn't wait for the lady's signal before pulling out a nylon bag from beneath his suit and began burring the jewels. For those who doesn't know, today marks the dusk of a life to him. One which whenever he remembered, a winsome smile would travel to very last eyelid of his eyes. One of this jewels cost nothings less and a $1m. Taking ten of these would make him a multi-millionaire! Miss Celene on the other hand didn't have dissimilar thought on the matter. Her too wanted to improve on her standard of living. Even the rich still wants to get wealthier, so who was she not to crave for this wealth too.

After a short while they we're done with gathering the ornaments they needed. The man was more than happy to not have ignored such a job. At first he didn't think the information would be correct, because he thought no body should accumulate this kind of wealth. But here he was, face to face with his wildest doubts. Never to think it was true. He even brought up a theory that this so called Mazzanti family had a multi-global ATM machine that dispensed money whenever they needed one. If his calculations were right, this family were into drugs for as long as John The Baptist talked about the coming of Christ.

Now they were done. They were ready to exit my mother's palace of comfort and leave my mansion via my Convertible. But suddenly she halted. Couldn't move a muscle. It seemed she'd just seen a ghost, the man following her steps from behind bumped into her. Even he was curious to why she stopped.

It was then he saw it. Unbeknownst to all I sat right by the door, sipping on my glass and watched as they purloined half the entire jewels in room.

'Please, I didn't mean to startle you.' I spoke calmly and resolved. She was lost in my eyes as it seemed to penetrate her very soul. There I was too, lost in thought, but it seemed like I too was lost in the soul of her eyes. Together, we were both stared at the needles in each others eye.