Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (free ebook novel TXT) 📗

Insane

I put on a smile as I looked at the people around us. Around three bodyguards stayed six feet away as we two stood perfectly for a few seconds before walking ahead. A red ribbon to our left separated us from the cameramen. Matteo stopped again to smile and nod at the people and I tried to mimic his gesture too.

We walked ahead and two other sets of guards opened the door for us. We walked to our left and took five stairs down before we face a large door. We entered the venue to notice never-ending round tables. The hall was half-filled and the people who were busy conversing at the entrance looked at us and smiled. He was smiling back but soon we were received by two men. Both of them have wires to their ears. They escorted us to our table. I looked at the huge stage that was arranged in a way that we all could look at it. Our table was not at the front but was not at much distance too. There was a dance floor in the distance too. And, I could already spot four couples enjoying their dance there.

“How many people have arrived?” Matteo asked the staff who was standing at our table. And, before the person could answer we found someone approaching our table. And, if I am not wrong I was sure I had seen this couple somewhere.

Matteo stood from his place and I followed the suit too. “Julie? This is Mr and Mrs Martinez. He is the president of Italy. And, she is my wife Julie de Lucca.”

“I am sure she is aware of us.” The man said and I only smiled.

“Oh no, she doesn’t. She is from the USA and really not aware of the people in the politics here.” The couple laughed and the woman said,

“I like your humour, Matteo…” But then she looked at me to add, “…you look so adorable. I could see why he waited a lot to get marry. His eyes were looking for someone like you.” The woman had held my hands as she talked. One could feel her joy through her. She seemed very genuine but then I guess everyone here was going to be on their best behaviour.

Mr Martinez seemed to be around in his fifties. He said something in his native language and I only looked at Matteo as he started the conversation. A cameraman called for our attention and I smiled at the camera with this other couple. I looked around to notice three other photographers roaming at the party too.

Matteo and Mr Martinez kept talking and I smiled looking at Mrs Martinez again. She was about to say something when another couple approached us. And, before we could talk about anything else we looked at the entrance to find Mr and Mrs Hashimi coming. They were received by the person at the entrance too and were being guided to their table. The couple that approached us was introduced to us as Mr and Mrs Garcia. They were famous in the fashion industry. A waiter stopped by us to give us drinks and though Matteo got one to pass it to me I never drink it and only hold it to later place it back on the table.

Listening to Mr and Mrs Anderson approaching Matteo’s face got lit up. I shared a side hug with Mrs Anderson. “You look breathtaking. I can already tell that you are the most pretty here.” I smiled before I praised her necklace.

I wasn’t listening to what men were talking about. Mrs Martinez was holding a bag that was limited edition. And, Mrs Garcia couldn’t help but mention it. I on the other hand only knew what piece was being played on the piano. All of us were talking standing only a few feet away from the men.

“I know you don’t want to hear it but you really shouldn’t wear heels this high when you are pregnant.” Mrs Martinez, the president’s wife said not too loud but I still looked at Matteo who was busy telling something in the waiter’s ear. “I will be careful next time,” I said and Mrs Anderson commented. “It’s fine. We can’t know all the things in our first time.” I looked at her thankfully and she added, “I read about your news in the newspaper…and, was really excited for you.”

“Well, if you don’t already have your favourite doctor I would love to be yours. I am a certified gynaecologist and actively in practice for the last six years again now.” It took me a moment to take in how I am taking this opportunity from the president’s wife. But who I was to deny the offer?

“That will be very sweet of you. Where do you practice?” I asked and she smiled, “Why don’t we meet up in two days?” I wonder if Matteo would like to connect with Mrs Martinez at this level. She was looking at me expecting a reply for me when Mrs Andersons’ voice got louder.

“Why don’t I ask you two to come to my place the day after tomorrow? There we will be more comfortable talking about this. We can have our little party.” She smiled and I smiled back knowing it is not possible.

Mrs Martinez smiled before asking, “Yea, you are right. It will be great. By the way, how Mrs Campbell is doing? I heard she will be here.”

“Oh, she will be here. It’s just she wasn’t feeling well today. She got her car hit somewhere. But you know her. She will have to make her appearance.”

“Oh…I hope it wasn’t so bad.” Mrs Martinez said looking genuinely concerned.

“She is fine.” Mrs Anderson replied,

I was wondering how diligent that woman must be when Mrs Garcia asked, “I heard she is donating an heirloom this time. And,…” Before she could say anything further Mrs Anderson spoke, “Oh, I don’t know anything about this. You know she always makes it better than anyone else.”

“But…does it mean she has given up on finding her daughter? I mean…it’s the necklace she was given by her husbands’ grandmother…” Anyone could tell Mrs Garcia knew a lot more about the article than Mrs Anderson who was Mrs Campbell's sister-in-law.

“She has lost her daughter…I don’t think an heirloom matters a lot to her. She would do anything to do the best to serve the purpose of any charity event she is coming to.” Mrs Anderson's voice came out very mechanical.

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