Episode 8

I went downstairs very excited to supervise everything as Dimitri had instructed me, he made me promise that everything would go perfectly, and I will keep my promise.

In the kitchen, everything was perfectly fine, some minor mistakes that I corrected without much fuss.

The decoration was already more complicated, as soon as I saw the truck unload I realized that everything was wrong, I went to the decorator to solve it.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm the..."

"Ahh, finally they sent a helper, look, I don't know if people like you have the slightest bit of good taste, so do exactly what I tell you, okay?"

"Excuse me, sir, there must be some misunderstanding..."

"I really hope not, you know where you are? This house belongs to one of the most dangerous men in the country, not that your people understand anything about power and wealth but anyway, try not to screw up, we don't need the drama they make when people of your race die."

I should be surprised, but I'm really not. I have lived through many episodes of racism in my life, and it never stops hurting.

Since I hadn't met any of them personally, the wedding party had never seen my face, now I understand why they treated me so well.

But you know what, now I'm married to the head of a mafia, aren't I? I think it's time to take advantage of that.

I went to the other side of the room and called that racist idiot, who answered me full of falsehoods.

"Mr. Akello, what a pleasure! Know that we are here working hard to make your reception perfect!"

"Oh yeah? I'm sure you wouldn't want to see my husband irritated, would you? You know he's very protective when it comes to me."

"I understand, sir, that's why we're doing everything with mastery, I'm sure you'll love it."

"So, sir, can you tell me why the room is full of astromelias and gardens, when I clearly asked for white roses and orchids?"

The idiot started stuttering

"No sir, you are mistaken, we brought your roses."

I saw him gesturing to the employees who were unloading the flowers.

"Do you know what my husband does to people who make mistakes like that? Especially on our wedding day?"

"Sir, I'm very sorry, we'll fix this immediately..."

"Now imagine how furious my husband will be when he finds out how racist you were and how blatantly you disrespected his husband inside his own house?"

By then I was already behind him, when the wretch turned around he went white, started shaking all over and stammering meaningless words.

"Mr. Akello..."

That's all the fool could say.

"Now it's Mr. Romanov."

The man was almost on the verge of a breakdown. Tiago who noticed the strange movement came up to me to see if everything was okay.

"Sir, any problems?"

"Tiago, please escort this gentleman to the exit, I will assume everything from here on out."

Tiago removed that despicable man from the house while I tried to clean up the mess he had made. It was two long hours until everything started to get back to normal. I was 30 minutes behind schedule when the stylist arrived with the suits for the final adjustments. I went there to meet him as soon as I finished giving orders in the party room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Vittorino?"

"Ohh, finally, bring me a champagne, yes? And a glass of water too, apparently I'll be waiting here for quite some time since the groom hasn't bothered to show up yet."

"Nice to meet you, sir, I'm Malik Romanov, welcome."

The little man showed no remorse when I said who I was, he just stuck his nose up even more and continued speaking contemptuously.

"It was to be expected, coming from a Romanov. If I had known Dimitri was gay, I would have applied myself, anything is better than a Creole."

I was about to speak when Tiago appeared, he came to ask me to go to the kitchen to solve an unforeseen event.

I arrived in the kitchen and rearranged the napkins that were wrong and chose new dishes to match them.

When I went back to where the stylist was, I saw Tiago and Ivan at the door.

"Tiago, what's wrong?"

"I'm very sorry sir, but my duty is to protect you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Mr. Romanov should know how the Italian was talking to you, sir, that was disrespectful and wrong."

I felt so much love for Tiago at that moment, and as always I did the right thing at the wrong time. I hugged my friend tightly and kissed him hard on the cheek

"Sir, do you want me to be punished too?"

"It's okay friend, I'm protecting you."

Tiago looked at Ivan and nodded, then lowered his head. When I was about to enter the room, Dimitri came out, his face contorted with rage, and he was startled when he came face to face with me. His knuckles were bruised and he looked tired

"Dimitri what happened? What did you do?"

"What I promised your sister. Protecting you from racist worms like that annoying Italian."

"Ivan clean up this mess."

Ivan, as always, ran to do his bidding. Dimitri was about to go back to handing out tasks when I grabbed his arm.

"You are coming to my room with me, I'm going to fix those wounds."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll take care of it myself, it's nothing."

"It is to me, I'm not going to appear in public for the first time with a husband who looks like he lost a fight with a rabid cat."

I gave him no chance to refuse, and walked off holding his hand to my room. The way we were, anyone watching would think we were going to do something else.

But that was impossible...

Wasn't it?

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