38 - FUNNY
Once again, the table was laid out with a lot of delicacies, but this time around, the table was longer, and the seats were many. Lola had seen conference tables and she knew how long they go, but the table in the hall was bigger, yet, the servants were not done.
Two more tables were brought into the hall, but those were fair, they weren’t as long as the first table. Lola watched with admiration from the railings. Such magnificent sight was rare to her.
Morgan joined her at the railing. She took a long deep breath and exhaled like a rose was brought close to her nose. Lola turned to her with a beautiful smile.
“The sight from here to the hall is a beautiful one,” Lola said.
Morgan nodded her head and looked her in the face. “Indeed, it is, but don’t get addicted to it, else, you won’t see all the beauty of the priceless mansion.”
“Really?” Lola asked. “Well, I don’t ever take too much to be addicted.”
“Is that why you are tight?” Morgan asked.
Lola narrowed her eyes. She doesn’t understand some of the wordings Morgan and Peniel use when to opt to share words with her. they speak like they came from the nurse ages.
“Tight?” Lola asked, “What does that mean.”
Morgan’s face broke into a wry smile. Like kids who make silly faces to their friends when they lose a game, they swear to win.
“Tell me you are tight because you are such a dummy, or were you merely conscious of yourself?” Morgan asked again. She wouldn’t explain herself, not even if Lola should demand such.
“Okay, I must confess, dear, I’m confused,” Lola folded her arms. “Educate me.”
Morgan chuckled. “No need, mother will ask the same question when you get to the table, but mind you, the long table isn’t for us, just like the big bath place you strolled into. The little one is for the Grey family.”
She pointed towards the smaller table and left before Lola could spurn to ask questions. Soon, people began to troop into the hall, but none of them sat as the maids were busy at the tables.
Lola looked down and saw they were all in the same pattern of dressing. Dinner gowns and suits, like the sort of thing she saw in the movies. They were all fine people with a gentle demeanour.
“Beautiful, right?” it was Peniel.
“Sure,” Lola turned to her.
“And, you seem to have fallen for the beauty of the hall from these railings,” Peniel held the railings, “it has so far been my greatest obsession. I feel like I am in the Elizabethan era.”
“The past is never better than the present, but we see some of them as classical,” said Lola, “is that what you are obsessed with?”
Peniel moved her brows. “You mean, just the word classical?”
Lola blinked once and let out a long breath. Peniel smiled and focused on the hall. She could see now what Lola thought of the past which she was so tied to because the mansion was structured like the past itself, but the best part of it.
“You know, I might get obsessed with your choice of words, Lola,” she said. “You weren’t raised in the best cities in the world, but your words are carefully chosen, mind you, all of the past, from the time of Rome till yesterday is far from classical to me.”
“You confuse me with the way you puss your ass around the bush,” Lola snapped. “You don’t make sense.”
Peniel smiled. “Because I have my eyes on someone who just walked into the hall.”
“Who?” asked Lola.
“Look who we have there,” Peniel pointed at the hall.
Lola looked and saw Mary with an older version of her. Behind her were two other ladies who also looked like her, but were not the same height as her.
“That’s the reason why I might have spoken in ways you don’t understand,” Peniel stumped out.
Lola smirked and remained stocked to the railings till everyone settled around the tables. Mary had a spot at the small table that was meant for the Greys.
“What the heck is she doing there?” she muttered inwardly.
Freya rose from her seat and clapped once. The partially noisy hall went silent. They all knew she would make a speech before the breakfast would commence.
“Good morning, all,” she said with a smile on her face. “I welcome you all to the Grey mansion, and the breakfast and all-day ball for our newest bride-to-be.”
Morgan started the clap, and the rest joined her, except Mary and her three ladies.
“You all know how the first left us and demanded a cut in assets between her and my son, but unfortunately, my son wasn’t the designated hair to the Grey properties,” her eyes darted towards Mary, “so, she only got herself a fifty per cent cut of the company she built with my son.”
Everyone laughed. Mary didn’t. She was quiet.
“Of course, you all know her,” Freya continued. “I was surprised she and her mother, and her sister honoured my invitation when I mistakenly dished one out to their mailbox.”
“You intentionally invited us and we intentionally honoured your call, liar,” Mary’s voice came loud.
“Maybe you are right because I probably wanted you to see for yourself the new fiancée to the man you thought you could mess up his life,” said Freya.
“Why would I care for such?” Mary asked.
“She is every good thing you are not,” Freya rubbed her palms and cleared her throat. “She is a virgin.”
The hall went lousy with noise. Some were up with laughter, and the rest had their mockery fingers on Mary whose team seemed to have lost their voice. The argument of such a manner was common among the wealthy when they kicked up a ball.
“Interesting, but she was abused and almost raped by a man your son could not fight,” Mary shut everyone up.
“Certainly, your uncle Lucas who was meant to do business with you and my son,” said Freya. “That explains why your pussy was wide and as deep as hell on your first night with my son.”
“Tell us your son has a small dick,” Mary snapped.
“The guard with the BBC could not enjoy you when you cheated, he said you were as hollow as the bottomless pit of hell,” Frey jeered.
“You don’t bring such things over in a ball,” Mary’s mother interfered.
“Why not tell everyone here that your daughter lost her womb to an abortion attempt when she was only a juvenile,” Freya said.
“And your two daughters are damnable lesbians,” said Mary’s mother.
“Because that’s safe for their existence,” Freya clapped back. “Please, welcome the champion of the day, my lovely daughter-in-law, Lola!”