It was a beautiful morning on November 14, 1950 in the capital of that beautiful country called Belize, a pity that the atmosphere was not as lively as the morning. Many people saw that imposing ship with the inscriptions "carriet", where an abysmal number of people, mostly dark complexions, were climbing. It turns out that the owners of that beautiful ship, the Lowns, were about to celebrate the birthday of their youngest daughter, Emy. It was no surprise to anyone that they got to put on that kind of show for something as simple as their offspring's birthday, but it was undeniable that they loved to show off. Despite being a family only made up of black people, they have managed to climb the ladder in society very quickly.
But this time it was different, since the event was not done only by the parents, but by her eldest daughter and confidant, Lucian. She is better known as the queen bee within the family outside of her parents, but at the same time a shameless viper that she would not think twice before making her status clear. The more she thought about it the more she realized how miserable she was. Mother and father always liked to brag about how beautiful, funny, and gorgeous she was in general. Despite being a young woman who was just coming of age, Lucian already acted like a leader for the family, she was bossy, yes, but that attitude was strong enough to make anyone tremble if things were not done as She wanted. She learned from a very young age that appearances were the best weapon to earn what she wanted, be it crying, feigning modesty or charisma, but she would always win what she wanted. The consequences of being born into a family willing to give you everything as long as they made themselves known.
The ship was immense, they were a large family and they needed something huge so that everyone could fit in the leisure area, despite their vanity, they were people who thought a lot about the comfort of their close ones and the well-being of themselves. It consisted of a huge entertainment area facing the forward bow, very spacious to dance and drink strange liquors that represented most of the gifts from the guests. It was a quality they looked like, predicting any possible action and result, it helped them a lot to know how it should be so that no one would forget that celebration, and luckily they succeeded.
The little birthday girl had a bittersweet taste for her birthday, and she knew well that all her relatives would be praising her, hugging her and congratulating her for no apparent reason other than being born, she felt in a certain way threatened, not only because of her status and what it meant. to be seen before society as a woman, but from the pressure that would fall on her young shoulders for being the daughter of those who were her parents and sister of “the great lucian lown”. She felt attacked with the simple fact of going out into the street with her sophisticated clothes, of course she never went alone, Lucian followed her every step of the way and if someone even looked at her in a slightly "disagreeable" way she would make sure they did not come back to her. see the face. Looking through one of the windows of her dressing room on the ship, she observed the people who approached the ship, either to go up as guests of the family or with the intention of throwing the lowest insults towards her person or her family usually. She stood watching until she felt someone in the frame of her door, looking at her with his brown and dark eyes with a certain grace, surely with the naked eye she had mocked her weakness before the insults of the "inferiors", but taking into account that it was his special day, he let it pass.
-Cute view chaneque? she-she said with some affectionate mockery with that nickname so characteristic between them
She was startled and looked at her with a parente surprise face, she just let out a very audible laugh and extended her hand.
"The guests are waiting, almost everyone is there and I have made buns with cream," she said, smiling. Her expression changed from her when she saw her face that was stamped with a doubtful expression
-Let's go! There is no trick this time, just because keep in mind that it is only for THIS TIME- she said with emphasis on the last words.
Although she seemed to be somewhat (too) aggressive, she knew what it was to have pressure and how the feeling of fear pricked, but not because she was her little sister was she going to look vulnerable. She took the little girl by the arm as she complained about how tedious so many luxuries were just to show how superficial they were (indirectly). "They are going to get drunk" "I don't want to go they looked" "I feel dizzy" "If you don't let me go I'll accuse you with mom" They were one of the many excuses I tried to use to make them look to stop pulling her, but she already knew all her stories, she wasn't going to be fooled, it was an important date and she wouldn't let her stupid shyness ruin all the hard work to make the perfect party. Nothing could go wrong and nothing would go wrong - she had to stop herself