Wait For It Mariana Zapata Novels & Stories

“If there’s an emergency, call me. If not, don’t bother.” “Define emergency.” His voice was light. “If my kid’s on fire or kidnapping the president.” Zane gave a single nod. “Noted.” My heels clicked against marble as I headed for the door. At the staircase, Maritza appeared. Her long hair was a mess, face bare but still looking like she’d walked out of a fashion editorial. She wore a gray silk slip that was less for sleeping and more for seduction. She yawned wide and lit an e-cig that materialized from nowhere. “Already leaving, Di?”

She grabbed it, squinting at the screen. Maribel: You awake? Piper: Unfortunately. Maribel: Good. Don't even THINK about backing out. Piper: I'm not backing out. Maribel: You better not be. I'll drag you there myself. Piper: So dramatic. Maribel: Says the woman who paints her feelings for a living. Piper: Lol. Be out at 8. Piper scrolled through the rest of her messages. Marcus with last-minute details. Nana sending heart emojis. And one from an unknown number that made her stomach drop.

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

' She was about to barge inside when the assistant speak. "But ma'm, I heard something from your daughter.... According to miss Marisol, there's actually no engagement that's going to happen between her and Mr. Atanante, she said she was even surprised when Mr. Atantante offer an engagement to her. Miss Marisol said, she wanted to refuse as she knew that she's not the one Mr. Atanante really like, it was...." The assistant couldn't say who it was for it was a taboo. "According to Miss Marisol, Mr. Atanante just waited for that woman to stop his engagement, but mari–"

" Also, I need to talk to Janice because I really wanted to know what the customer looked like so I can talk to him in case I recognized him. I'm dying to know what is the real reason behind his bribe. " Mariah took a deep breath and let Catalina do whatever she wanted to happen. She still struggles to figure out how this young woman's brain works. She couldn't predict what would come out of her mouth because her facial expression sometimes didn't match what she had to say. Catalina is an unpredictable woman she met.

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

This was certainly not the time to ask, especially with Lyra around. Though the wood nymph appeared innocent but she was definitely not stupid. Ezperanza could only breathe deep and bottle what queries she had right now. After all, she trusted Maru not only her life but also of her love. "I'm also starved, Maru. Me and my lil sis Lyra has been waiting for years for this date. I think that you should bring us to somewhere grand as repayment." Ezperanza poked. "Years? What are you talking about, Elder Sister? Lyra has only waited for 30 minutes." The wood nymph said.

He couldn't possibly be in the mafia, Sophia thought, but she quickly realized she was wrong when Elena squeezed her hands even tighter than she had done for other members of the mafia. “Mr. Fernandez, I am glad you came,” Elena said, her confidence reducing a bit as she never invited him. “You know why I came, Elena. Your daughter Mariana is back in Valencia from her supposed business training, and she is twenty-four years old, of ripe age. It is time for you to honor your contract,” he said with a warm, kind smile. “You are right, Don.” Elena nodded immediately. “Wait, what contract?” Sophia could not contain her curiosity, and Mr. Fernandez looked at her with a smile and raised brows.

She looked right up to them. Even from the distance, Mara felt her view. The woman raised something up. A little radio. Then her voice sounded over a speaker. Sure. Easy. Almost kind. “Mara Weber. Please come with me. Your mother has been at this moment for 39 years waiting.