Chapter 50
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Cara frowned at Valdo, "Who are you anyway? Do you belong to the mother or the daughter." she chuckled, "Maybe both. I can't even tell. You..."
Valdo lifted his left hand to stop her from continuing then he slid his right hand in his pocket and took out of his phone. He dialled a number then brought the phone to his ears. "Hi, Marcos. How have been? Glad to hear you're doing well. I have a little problem. I'm at your Alton location, and your hostess is very disrespectful to my partner and her mother." he looked down at her badge, "Cara." he nodded, " Yes. Okay. Thank you. I'll talk to you soon." Valdo hung up the phone and looked silently at Cara.
She laughed, "Is that supposed to scare me? A fake phone call?" she looked, and a grinned. "Where did you get this one? Hollywood auditions?"
A few seconds after, Mr Monro, the manager of the restaurant, came out with fiery eyes. He looked at Cara, "You're fired. Go home." He turned to us; the previous angry wiped from his face. He smiled. "It's a privilege to have you in Alton, Mr Dakoda." He nodded at my mother, "Gizelle." He looked me, "It's good to have you back, Jacobia." I smiled at him. Mr Monro was also the town pastor, so he made it his goal to know everyone in Alton. He tried to recruit my mother and I a few times but my mother was a not very religious person, and neither was I. Mr Monro was also known for his abilities to spill people private business during sermons.
"How may I help you, Mr Dakoda?"
"We'd like four seats, including a high baby seat," Valdo repeated.
Mr Munro smiled, "Okay. Right, this way, Mr Dakota."
We followed him into the restaurant. My eyes widen at the decor. I now understand why it was so expensive to dine here. The place looked majestic. There was a central wooden theme with natural colours added. Five low lightening chandeliers lit the place. Live piano music coming from the side.
I looked at my mother's dazzled face and smile. She has always wanted to dine here but could never afford to.
"If the place looks this good, imagine the food." She trilled.
I looked but at Valdo and smile. "Thank you. How did you do that back there?"
He shrugged, "I know the owner of "The Castle" Franchise."
"Wow, Do you know the president too?" I joked.
He chuckled, "I do. I met him before he came into politics."
I smiled, impressed. Wealth makes you have connections all over. If Valdo weren't here, we would have never entered this restaurant even if we had the money. Alton's richest didn't like mixing with the poorer folks unless it's to satisfy their sexual pleasures.
Mr Munro led us to the table of three. Then he called someone over, "This is Uvaldo Dakota, one of America's finest businessman. You'll be serving him and his ...friends tonight. Hurry and get a high seat for them." Mr Munro turned to us and bowed. "Enjoy your meals."
Valdo pulled out the chairs for my mother and I to sit then he took a seat.
"Thanks." My mother and I responded.
"Everyone's looking at us," my mother whispered. I looked around and noticed that almost everyone's attention was on our table. "I guess everyone is surprised to see you back in Alton."
"They just want something to gossip about." I shifted my attention back to my mother. I looked down at the sleeping baby in my hands. "You're going to be the talk of the town tomorrow. High School Girl runaways and brings back a baby."
"It doesn't matter what they say. They can stare all they want. Their opinion shouldn't matter. Don't let their gazes bother you. They only gossip because their lives can't be as exciting," Valdo remarked.
"Yea, and he's right. Don't pay them any attention. Let them see how happy you are. That will piss them off." I smiled at my mother's words.
A petite blonde placed the high seat behind me. She then turned to us, "Good evening. I'm Rosie. I'll be your server for today. Here is your menu. I'll be back in five minutes to take your order." She placed the cards on our table and left.
"Talk about great customer service." My mother rolled her eyes. As a waiter herself, she believed that excellent customer service was vital, and she prides herself on it. "Oh, I understand now." She said as she looked down on the menu cards, "Tips are added automatically to the bill so no need to be friendly."
"Not everyone has that special charm like you Gizelle."
She blushed at Valdo's words.
"Likewise, Valdo. You're a real gentleman. Do you, by any chance, have a big brother?"
He laughed, "No. I'm an only child."
She sighed, "What a shame! What about a best friend?"
He laughed, "Trust me when I say, he's not a gentleman. He's a total playboy. He's not interested in anything longer than a night."
"Sounds fun," she responded sarcastically. She's had her heart broken a few times by guys who were nothing but liars and cheats. She didn't like the playboy lifestyle.
"Even with his womanising personality, he's a good guy. He wouldn't be my friend if he wasn't." I smiled at Valdo's response. He was so great at defending his friends and family.
"Oh, my God." My mom said with her eyes wide, looking behind me. "Don't turn around."
"Really? You know telling me not to look around will only make me want to look more right?" The look on my mother's face made me a little scared. I looked at Valdo, who had a blank expression on his face.
"Just don't look around Jakobia." she insisted.
I sighed and turned my head. It couldn't be that bad.
