"And that is why I expect you all to agree with me!"
The other five Directors sitting next to me struggled to keep a straight face. The odious man who had just spoken was talking about clear violations to human rights.
I raised my pen slightly and without asking for it, I decided to speak. "What you are suggesting, Mr. Henriquez is the 'kidnapping' of someone you presume is a convict and who is staying within Italian territory?"
He looked at me. I was the only women in the room, and it was plainly written in his expression that he thought I was more fit to be inside a kitchen. "Why, YES, Miss Delton. Might do you some good to dirty your hands a bit. This is necessary! We are talking about a dangerous man who has deliberately caused harm to our nation and we want him BACK. We want justice. I don't think you really understand any of this, MISS DELTON."
Underestimated.
I HATE when people dare underestimate me.
I felt a shiver of delicious coldness through my veins. I crossed my legs and laughed a sultry laugh, as a mother usually does when scolding a foolish child who is behaving in the silliest of matters. We women have a power over men, and when we use it, they tremble.
"What you are suggesting Mr. Henriquez is ridiculous, and since none of my other companions have spoken yet, I will be more than delighted to make YOU understand how farfetched is your plan. I beg you to remember that you are speaking to an equal and for such a reason, remember your place. I will not agree to your proposal and since the man you say is in Italian territory, I'm afraid I have the last word on such a matter. I will not compromise any of my teams for a plan which I deem frightfully inconvenient."
"How dare you speak to me like that!? You are but a child! You are not seeing things as they should be! I demand to speak with your superior. I cannot believe they have sent a woman to do a man's business!"
I smiled, standing up. I walked to him, still smiling. He just stared at me. It was apparent that, mad as he was, he was still man enough to acknowledge that I was rather ethereal looking. His lips slightly parted as men's usually do when they're surprised, disturbed at my sudden nearness. For an instance he was disarmed.
For an instance I was in control, and I took it. Steel eyes met with his dark eyes. His expression was flushed and I was at a distance where he could do nothing but stare back, with a blank stare.
"Next time you even dare suggest that I or any of the people involved in the INTERPOL do something illegal and against the fundamentals of humankind, especially taking into account the investigations on torture and inhuman treatment by human rights groups, I will personally make sure you rot behind bars. And worry not about the kind of business I can handle, I am more than capable of disarming a country if it were necessary. I would worry about the type of business you can handle, Mr. Henriquez. Rest assured, I will communicate to our superiors the obvious lack of correct parameters establishedto select Intelligence Directors in your Nation. I bid you good night."
I looked at the rest. "Gentlemen, I think we can continue this meeting without our dear Mr. Henriquez."
"Bu- But..."
"You've said enough."
He was flustered, but he stood up and rapidly left the room.
"You really have a way with people, Agent Delton." one of the other Directors smiled.
I laughed.
He had NO idea.
Miss Universe Part I
A tad bit, reporting as the the show goes on. Let's see.
Top 15 Finalists, my favorite 3:
1. Iceland
2. Australia
3. Venezuela
OMG! It's Flo Rida performing. I love Flo Rida. Though these women should move their hips a bit more. They look like pieces of ice. How Frigid!
Finland, honey, that's music, move to it.
Swimsuits, top Moments:
1. Puerto Rico: LOVED HER
2. Iceland: Too Rigid, but very beautiful
3. Albania: hate her glare, and how THIN she is, TOO thin.
4. Dominican Republic: 9.1. AWESOME movements. You go GIRL! I gawked with her.
5. Czech Republic: Is okay.
6. Australia: No movements. 9.2. Too Beautiful.
7. France: Don't like her. 8.6
8. Switzerland: Don't like her either. Doesn't look from Switzerland AT ALL. 8.6
9. South Africa: nice moves! Points? 8.4
10. USA: Pretty but insignificant. 8.0
11. Croatia: Whao. That's a tall woman. 7.8
12. Venezuela: BEAUTIFUL woman. A little thin. 8.7, lacked movement.
13. Belgium: Not worth commenting on.
14. Kosovo: Nah..
I'm missing one! :S Oh no! Well, I guess it's not really important...
Whao. My favorites are definitely Australia, DR, Venezuela, and Iceland. These women need to let go a little, enjoy themselves, Oh! Dresses party. You know what? I'll post more later. Follow @myriamstern in twitter for further details.
Top 15 Finalists, my favorite 3:
1. Iceland
2. Australia
3. Venezuela
OMG! It's Flo Rida performing. I love Flo Rida. Though these women should move their hips a bit more. They look like pieces of ice. How Frigid!
Finland, honey, that's music, move to it.
Swimsuits, top Moments:
1. Puerto Rico: LOVED HER
2. Iceland: Too Rigid, but very beautiful
3. Albania: hate her glare, and how THIN she is, TOO thin.
4. Dominican Republic: 9.1. AWESOME movements. You go GIRL! I gawked with her.
5. Czech Republic: Is okay.
6. Australia: No movements. 9.2. Too Beautiful.
7. France: Don't like her. 8.6
8. Switzerland: Don't like her either. Doesn't look from Switzerland AT ALL. 8.6
9. South Africa: nice moves! Points? 8.4
10. USA: Pretty but insignificant. 8.0
11. Croatia: Whao. That's a tall woman. 7.8
12. Venezuela: BEAUTIFUL woman. A little thin. 8.7, lacked movement.
13. Belgium: Not worth commenting on.
14. Kosovo: Nah..
I'm missing one! :S Oh no! Well, I guess it's not really important...
Whao. My favorites are definitely Australia, DR, Venezuela, and Iceland. These women need to let go a little, enjoy themselves, Oh! Dresses party. You know what? I'll post more later. Follow @myriamstern in twitter for further details.
Birthday!
Today is Ashley's mom Birthday and we all decided to help out and make her a grand party. Well, not so much as a GRAND party, because Aunt Jeannette is quite a private person, but we all set out to do something she really likes!
I decided *I*, yours truly, would be making the cake. I was glad to be back in Canada, down in the Vancouver Delton Residence as we all got ready for the very private but quite CHICK bday party.
"I don't understand how you can like cooking that much!" Ash was lying in the couch behind me.
I was wearing the cutest apron and was partially covered in cream as I readied the last details of the cake. It had two layers and was covered in pink coated sugar with very pretty small white flower, lily designs.
"I love cooking! It's relaxing and when it's good, you get to see people enjoy something you've made. Like today! I'm sure you'll all love it because I made it with tons of love!" I smiled.
Ash crept from behind me and almost took a bit of the cream. "NONE of that!"
"Oh come on, just the tiniest bit!"
"No WAY! I won't have you touching my piece of art. Besides, the nutella is part of the FILLING. Knowing you, you'd dig your hand into it without minding that it would turn off with a big whole later!"
"OF COURSE I Wouldn't! I'm NOT a kid! In fact, I'm a married woman, you should totally respect me."
"You're 22, you could be married to a Sultan, and you'd still do something as childish as screw my cake. So away with you or I'll call Rink and have HIM put you in your place."
She flushed, glaring at me. "He wouldn't... put me... in my...." She flushed even brighter "Screw that. Forget about that cake. What can I do then, to help?" She stood up with all her innate arrogance and directed her incredibly intense stare at me, green eyes slightly annoyed.
I laughed. "Everything's ready here. If we have the balloons and the decorations in the house, I think it's pretty much ready. Your mom will love this!"
"Yeah, I think she will."
She took a little list out. "I'm glad I married Rink for a grand variety of reasons, but I love the fact that he's taken his sweet time to plan so many details of this all."
"You should be grateful. Very. Alright! All done." I stared proudly at the cake. "Aw. I know Marie would be so proud of me."
"I'm sure she would, now if I only had a taste......"
As we reached the Vasser mansion (where literally you feel like you're entering a movie), everything was beautifully decorated. It seemed like the stage of ball! I had helped with some of decorations, but mostly, my gift had been the dress Aunt Jeannette was wearing. Simple at a first glance, but it was made with the best of fabrics, colored black so as to bring out how regal she is. It had two tails that fell graciously to the floor, which were made from silk. Strapless and accompanied by Swaroski crystals, she looked like a real queen. She was so happy it practically oozed from her pores. Owen, Ash's dad, was also wearing a suit and quite lovingly holding his wife.
Though a "small" dinner party. There were a lot of people of the industry business. We all summed up to nearly 40 people.
We had an extraordinary time. And now I'm watching Miss Universe! Oh yes, my Critic eye is READY to gossip!
I decided *I*, yours truly, would be making the cake. I was glad to be back in Canada, down in the Vancouver Delton Residence as we all got ready for the very private but quite CHICK bday party.
"I don't understand how you can like cooking that much!" Ash was lying in the couch behind me.
I was wearing the cutest apron and was partially covered in cream as I readied the last details of the cake. It had two layers and was covered in pink coated sugar with very pretty small white flower, lily designs.
"I love cooking! It's relaxing and when it's good, you get to see people enjoy something you've made. Like today! I'm sure you'll all love it because I made it with tons of love!" I smiled.
Ash crept from behind me and almost took a bit of the cream. "NONE of that!"
"Oh come on, just the tiniest bit!"
"No WAY! I won't have you touching my piece of art. Besides, the nutella is part of the FILLING. Knowing you, you'd dig your hand into it without minding that it would turn off with a big whole later!"
"OF COURSE I Wouldn't! I'm NOT a kid! In fact, I'm a married woman, you should totally respect me."
"You're 22, you could be married to a Sultan, and you'd still do something as childish as screw my cake. So away with you or I'll call Rink and have HIM put you in your place."
She flushed, glaring at me. "He wouldn't... put me... in my...." She flushed even brighter "Screw that. Forget about that cake. What can I do then, to help?" She stood up with all her innate arrogance and directed her incredibly intense stare at me, green eyes slightly annoyed.
I laughed. "Everything's ready here. If we have the balloons and the decorations in the house, I think it's pretty much ready. Your mom will love this!"
"Yeah, I think she will."
She took a little list out. "I'm glad I married Rink for a grand variety of reasons, but I love the fact that he's taken his sweet time to plan so many details of this all."
"You should be grateful. Very. Alright! All done." I stared proudly at the cake. "Aw. I know Marie would be so proud of me."
"I'm sure she would, now if I only had a taste......"
As we reached the Vasser mansion (where literally you feel like you're entering a movie), everything was beautifully decorated. It seemed like the stage of ball! I had helped with some of decorations, but mostly, my gift had been the dress Aunt Jeannette was wearing. Simple at a first glance, but it was made with the best of fabrics, colored black so as to bring out how regal she is. It had two tails that fell graciously to the floor, which were made from silk. Strapless and accompanied by Swaroski crystals, she looked like a real queen. She was so happy it practically oozed from her pores. Owen, Ash's dad, was also wearing a suit and quite lovingly holding his wife.
Though a "small" dinner party. There were a lot of people of the industry business. We all summed up to nearly 40 people.
We had an extraordinary time. And now I'm watching Miss Universe! Oh yes, my Critic eye is READY to gossip!
New Day, New Lucy
Last night I cried myself to sleep and this morning I decided it was enough! I had a little talk with Caroline Richardson, who reminded me about a few set of things. One: I'm the most beautiful female you will ever encounter! Two: I'm one of the SMARTEST girls you'll ever meet. Three: I have all sorts of talents, and yes, I know just how to use them. Well, the truth is that she gave one of her "confidence-recovery lessons". To quote her, she said "Honey, one week with me and I could give the VIRGIN MARY enough confidence to lose her---"
That was just a very blasphemous thing to say! ><
Anyways. I decided to get my act together and I would start TODAY! I'm young and I'm quite lucky to have the things I have! It was about time that I woke from my stupor and recovered some of that enthusiasm I had before. Don't you think? No more crying or moping around! :)
As a new women, my day was FULL of activities. First thing in the morning, I had some negotiations at the office. I wore very awesome clothing as usual. Of course, I have a reputation to keep. Even while I had my crisis, I was ALWAYS dressed to kill, with THE most modern designs and obviously 'kill-me' awesome looking. As I entered the office the difference was pure attitude. No more scared and worried Lucille. Oh no. I rather like the power of my own feminity. Literally... a click of my fingers and the guys were practically at my feet. I can't believe I had forgotten how this felt. I'm not like Carol that would abuse of such power. As an ethereal looking being, I must be rough while apparently being gentle. Amazing.
I exited the office, feeling great with myself. I laughed, placing my dark dolce glasses and getting on my BRIGHT pink convertible Beetle. Yes. Yes. Yes! I really wanted the attention. I called Samuel to go eat with him in THE most talked about restaurant of Milan. I walked in and effectively, doors opening, they sat us in THE best table and offered some champagne on the house. After all, I am a very VERY popular designer.
"LucIA, Darling! I can FEEL your VIBE! OMG! You're giving ME the goosebumps." Sammy giggled.
I lowered my glasses and looked at him, smiling and biting my lips slightly. "That's because, in the end, you're a man, I can exercise my control over your kind."
Sammy laughed. "Arr! Tigress! Welcome back!"
"And I AM back!" I cheered with him.
After that, I went to the MIX restaurant along with some other friends. Again, we called the attention of everyone in the place. I received some free drinks from random gentlemen. I smiled, really enjoying myself.
Finally, you know what came up next, right? Yes, you do. I went CLUBBING. It had been so long, the music was downright contagious. I couldn't help but being absorbed by the excitement of it all.
Sammy, Caroline and Ashley were in the club too. Sammy would later share with me the conversation they had while I climbed on a table and showed my quite unique dance moves and stole a couple of hearts.
"What have you done...." Ash gasped.
"I finally unleashed her."
"Fuck that shit! OH MY GOD!"
Oh my God indeed!! Hold on to your hearts, this party is BARELY getting started!
That was just a very blasphemous thing to say! ><
Anyways. I decided to get my act together and I would start TODAY! I'm young and I'm quite lucky to have the things I have! It was about time that I woke from my stupor and recovered some of that enthusiasm I had before. Don't you think? No more crying or moping around! :)
As a new women, my day was FULL of activities. First thing in the morning, I had some negotiations at the office. I wore very awesome clothing as usual. Of course, I have a reputation to keep. Even while I had my crisis, I was ALWAYS dressed to kill, with THE most modern designs and obviously 'kill-me' awesome looking. As I entered the office the difference was pure attitude. No more scared and worried Lucille. Oh no. I rather like the power of my own feminity. Literally... a click of my fingers and the guys were practically at my feet. I can't believe I had forgotten how this felt. I'm not like Carol that would abuse of such power. As an ethereal looking being, I must be rough while apparently being gentle. Amazing.
I exited the office, feeling great with myself. I laughed, placing my dark dolce glasses and getting on my BRIGHT pink convertible Beetle. Yes. Yes. Yes! I really wanted the attention. I called Samuel to go eat with him in THE most talked about restaurant of Milan. I walked in and effectively, doors opening, they sat us in THE best table and offered some champagne on the house. After all, I am a very VERY popular designer.
"LucIA, Darling! I can FEEL your VIBE! OMG! You're giving ME the goosebumps." Sammy giggled.
I lowered my glasses and looked at him, smiling and biting my lips slightly. "That's because, in the end, you're a man, I can exercise my control over your kind."
Sammy laughed. "Arr! Tigress! Welcome back!"
"And I AM back!" I cheered with him.
After that, I went to the MIX restaurant along with some other friends. Again, we called the attention of everyone in the place. I received some free drinks from random gentlemen. I smiled, really enjoying myself.
Finally, you know what came up next, right? Yes, you do. I went CLUBBING. It had been so long, the music was downright contagious. I couldn't help but being absorbed by the excitement of it all.
Sammy, Caroline and Ashley were in the club too. Sammy would later share with me the conversation they had while I climbed on a table and showed my quite unique dance moves and stole a couple of hearts.
"What have you done...." Ash gasped.
"I finally unleashed her."
"Fuck that shit! OH MY GOD!"
Oh my God indeed!! Hold on to your hearts, this party is BARELY getting started!
In my Skin
When I'm called into the office I must come. Period. There are no "buts" in my line of work. You either appear when you're needed or better not appear at all. Being boss, of course, has its benefits. I usually don't have to be IN the office to know what's happening or to give orders to the rest of the deparment. Nonetheless, I try to let them all know I'm there. My night round with Vincenzo had definitely occupied most of my mind during the entire morning, but after some time I became absorbed with work.
At about 2:00 am I was still in the office. We were all there, but as it happens, at night time, and at that hour, the environment becomes incredibly silent. I sat in front of my computer, in my desk, inside the biggest office of the second floor.
Santiago came in and brought me a cup of coffee.
"Oh, thank you, but I don't drink coffee."
"Nah boss. Just drink this one cup. It's pretty cold inside this building. You need to warm yourself and besides, there's no tea. So... take your caffeine drink and cheer up. Hopefully we'll be done before the sun comes out."
I smiled at him fondly. "Thank you."
He returned the smile. I noticed his slight flush of the cheeks and the way he swayed his body back in forth in obvious satisfaction. "Nothing, really."
Ever since Johnathan had left towards England the office was quiet.
Truthfully? I was just thinking about how I really wanted to sleep. I was so tired. Drinking the coffee, I continued working until three in the morning, when we had finally finished what we had to do and I took off for my house.
I know I complain most of the time, and I whine a lot. I'm completely conscious about that. I often think that I rather not talk to anyone at all about it, because it feels like I'm imposing on them. That is why writing all these feelings is what helps me out the best. It feels like I'm writing to a million invincible people who read these words because they want, not because they're obliged to do so.
Why do I seek so desperately to be accepted and loved? Maybe it had to do with my parents. Maybe it had to do with the institute itself. I do know that some years ago, I was completely and utterly sure of where I was going, and all I had in my hands were illusions of grandeur. Today, I don't know where I'm really going, though I know what I like to do.
I beleive love moves everything. We act because of love. We are always seeking someone who loves us and takes care of us, or sometimes we search for someone to love. Both aspects are incredibly important.
Who am I kidding? My heart is broken in too many pieces and I'm having a hard time putting it together. That is why I feel safest when I'm working and I forget I even have a life anymore. I'm alone. I walk this lonely road. My brother has his life and I feel incredibly happy for him. My parents are dead. Everyone has someone they're fighting for.
I seem to have found some light in Vincenzo. I don't know him. I don't know if I like him. I've only chatted three times with him. I enjoy his company; he is an Adonis, but what happens now? Did I act too rashly? Did I break many rules? Now what!
I need to sleep! Good Night!
At about 2:00 am I was still in the office. We were all there, but as it happens, at night time, and at that hour, the environment becomes incredibly silent. I sat in front of my computer, in my desk, inside the biggest office of the second floor.
Santiago came in and brought me a cup of coffee.
"Oh, thank you, but I don't drink coffee."
"Nah boss. Just drink this one cup. It's pretty cold inside this building. You need to warm yourself and besides, there's no tea. So... take your caffeine drink and cheer up. Hopefully we'll be done before the sun comes out."
I smiled at him fondly. "Thank you."
He returned the smile. I noticed his slight flush of the cheeks and the way he swayed his body back in forth in obvious satisfaction. "Nothing, really."
Ever since Johnathan had left towards England the office was quiet.
Truthfully? I was just thinking about how I really wanted to sleep. I was so tired. Drinking the coffee, I continued working until three in the morning, when we had finally finished what we had to do and I took off for my house.
I know I complain most of the time, and I whine a lot. I'm completely conscious about that. I often think that I rather not talk to anyone at all about it, because it feels like I'm imposing on them. That is why writing all these feelings is what helps me out the best. It feels like I'm writing to a million invincible people who read these words because they want, not because they're obliged to do so.
Why do I seek so desperately to be accepted and loved? Maybe it had to do with my parents. Maybe it had to do with the institute itself. I do know that some years ago, I was completely and utterly sure of where I was going, and all I had in my hands were illusions of grandeur. Today, I don't know where I'm really going, though I know what I like to do.
I beleive love moves everything. We act because of love. We are always seeking someone who loves us and takes care of us, or sometimes we search for someone to love. Both aspects are incredibly important.
Who am I kidding? My heart is broken in too many pieces and I'm having a hard time putting it together. That is why I feel safest when I'm working and I forget I even have a life anymore. I'm alone. I walk this lonely road. My brother has his life and I feel incredibly happy for him. My parents are dead. Everyone has someone they're fighting for.
I seem to have found some light in Vincenzo. I don't know him. I don't know if I like him. I've only chatted three times with him. I enjoy his company; he is an Adonis, but what happens now? Did I act too rashly? Did I break many rules? Now what!
I need to sleep! Good Night!
OMFG!!
I had sex. But not just any sex. Sex with Vincenzo Milazzo. OMFG. What have I done!? What just happened!?
It started out as me prooving my innate ability to seduce men. Well, it is true that I am quite good at it. And well, I might like Vincenzo a bit... he has one hell of a body. Anyways. I went to his apartment with every intention of seducing him.
And it was a pretty wild night...!
It started out as me prooving my innate ability to seduce men. Well, it is true that I am quite good at it. And well, I might like Vincenzo a bit... he has one hell of a body. Anyways. I went to his apartment with every intention of seducing him.
And it was a pretty wild night...!
My Story
I was born December 8th. It was snowing. A lot.
No one, absolutely no one, knew that I was going to be a girl. I always thought my parents dreamed over and over that I would be a boy that could compete with the already male Delton in the family, Leonardo. Nonetheless, I was their great deception. They were not expecting to see a little girl within the blankets when the nurses handed them, their child. It was tough luck. Now there was a probability that the other brothers or sisters would have another male child. Either way, they were not interested in a female. They did not want to raise a girl. They found it pointless. After all, women in the Delton family married rich and that was their purpose in life.
Of course, I never noticed any of this. I would be reminded of my "tragic" first year of life by my grandmother on a daily basis. She would often say 'because you didn't see your mother's face when she found out your sex, oh! the horror!' and she laughed.
A year after my birth, my parents got their wish: they had a boy. However, as a busy couple of society they failed to give him as much attention as they wanted to give him. They did conmemorate his existence and they did spoil him on a daily basis, but still he didn't receive as much parental love as he deserved. In return, I saw my little brother as the family jewel. From the first moment I saw him, I loved him with every fiber of my being. I wanted to protect that little baby whose eyes stared right at my own. I wanted to be an example to him, someone he could look up to, someone he would also love. I knew what would be my role towards this neoborn: I was his big sister.
Talking about knowing what I had to do. I was a very advanced toddler. By the time Eric was born I could talk, walk, and was well aware of my sense of self. In other words, I was no average one year old. My grandmother noticed, my grandfather noticed, but my parents simply ignored that their child had practically learned to talk on her own.
I took my role as big sister very seriously. I wanted to be someone Eric could depend on. And, even though my parents tried to ignore my existence, they were just indifferent, they were never cruel, and from time to time they would make sure I had what a healthy child should have. I never thought they hated me. Quite the contrary, I think they saw me as a challenge that they never had the courage to face. In various occassions my mother would take a brush and try to touch my hair, but she would panic and would later talk to me in a week or two. I didn't mind as long as I was needed. If they needed me to be Eric's entertainment, I was content. If they needed me to be in the house, I was happy. It didn't matter if they didn't love me as I loved them, but they were my parents and I felt that somehow I had to protect them from their own fear.
As I grew, I was happy with my cousins and other Delton family members. There was no way I would ever let go of those great moments of life when I could run about free and laugh out loud. I really enjoyed my childhood.
As a Delton child, I was very privileged. I would sleep in a mansion when a great party was being held in the first floor. I would sneak away from my bedroom and I would sigh with delight as I saw the beautiful dresses, the diamonds, the sparlking life of the high society. I wondered how I would grow up to be and if I would also be able to wear such sublime clothing with as much ease as these people did. I was four when I accompanied my mother to a fashion show she had been invited to, and I fell in love with it all. I wanted to design, I wanted to draw, I wanted to create! I also wanted an excuse to have my mother admire me and acknowledge me. If she loved the designs, she would surely notice me. I desperately wanted her approval.
These were not the thoughts a little child was supposed to have. At the age of five I had discovered my love for fashion, but I had also discovered that I was very particular. I understood high level math. I could follow patterns and complete equations. It was not difficult for me to create completely logical conclusions from previously set premises. I was different, and I was scared. I had already acquired a very particualr passion for reading, and that had not gone unnoticed.
"You are very strange indeed, Lucille." My grandmother was the only one who would ever address me on those particular subjects.
"Why is that grandma?" I would tilt my head and pretend I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Don't play dumb with me, Lucille. It is alright. I have noticed. You are very much like me. Extraordinarily smart. That is important, Lucille Marie. We need to polish those skills of yours. I will take care of that."
At that moment, I didn't know what she meant, but I feared I would find out soon enough. As a result, I tried to spend as much time with my brother and family. What would happen with me? I never feared my grandmother like the rest of my family, but I knew she thrilled in creating havoc. A few months after our chat, I thought nothing would come of it. I kept pretending I was normal. I trained my hand to follow a series of patterns that would create alluring designs for those who viewed them. It made me happy to see that I had enough talent to be an artist.
It all came to an end when I was seven. My grandmother had single handedly convinced my parents that I should be trained with the best of the best, in an institute that would polish my engineering skills. I was seven when father and mother left me to fend for myself, all alone in Italy, in some institute.
The years that followed were very strange. Other children my age and a little older (or younger) were with me. Though our numbers did not surpass ten, we were treated as though we were destruction tools and the highest security was enabled to keep us inside. As always, I had decided to make the best of it, and I did. I loved computers maybe even more than fashion. It was the greatest pleasure to travel among an enormous labyrinth of webs and channels. I felt like I had the power to do anything, and I did! At first I was timid, but then the rushes of adrenaline took over. I was trained, trained to understand every type of software, but also trained to manipulate, create it, destroy it. I could practically design anything I wanted. If I wanted to keep on with my fashion related desires, I could create an entire program that would allow me to take my drawings from paper to a 3D form in the computer. I was enticed, I was absorbed. I usually wrote letters to my parents, but never got responses. Sometimes I would receive a postcard with absolutely no words. Those were very special. I would place them under my pillow.
The other children, who against my wishes I can not call friends because we were more like people in a similar situation, questioned my habits. They didn't understand how I could love in such an insane manner the very people who had sold me to the government (which is exactly what the Deltons had done).
"I love them." I would answer "If I was left here to be trained, and if one day my training is enough to protect them, then it will be enough. As long as I can keep on loving them, I don't mind if they don't return the feelings with such intensity. That is what I think. That is my purpose."
They never understood, but they respected me.
The people at the Institute would allow me to visit my parents in vacations (a month in summer and winter). It was the happiest time during that period. Eric and I would talk nonstop (he always wrote me back). We would usually escape to those typical worlds of illusions where children run to. He'd tell me about his dream to become the leader of the Deltons and about his dream of also being a pilot. I would listen to him and smile. It was fantastic.
Then I would return to the Institute and train more. As I grew, the skills I was introduced to became more difficult. I had to train my mind and body. I had to balance the technology with a great amount of abilities that would allow me to be an even more effective weapon. By the time I was fourteen, I had finished a college degree and I was considered a genius. So were the other kids my age. I loved what I had become. I fancied myself a spy. But still, I was a teenager, with the angst and drama that comes with the age.
At 14 my parents died. It became my personal hell. I changed, my world crashed. At 14 they were dead and I had not yet been acknowledged by them. They had not seen what I could do, what I would do, what I would become. It infuriated me and at the same time I felt lost and without a way. What hurt me the most was my family's reaction to the death. They didn't seem to mind. Their world remained unshattered, while mine crumbled. My grandmother had even hinted that their death was for the better....
...and that was the first time I discovered the dangerous potential hidden within me. I simply connected that night and hacked 25 million dollars from the Deltons' bank account. There was no remorse, I didn't even blink as I did it. No guilt. With that money, I designed and built (with the help of my companions), the jet which my brother would later call Celine: a super advanced plane with artificial intelligence. I'm sure grandma knew it had been me, because next time we met she eyed me with a great deal of respect. She would not create a scandal among her own kin, but she knew what I was capable of now, and she knew I could do more.
A few weeks later I was contacted by the INTERPOL. I had been referenced by the Institute itself. In my inexperience I had also done one simple mistake that had led them to suspect me as the author behind the Delton Bank Account theft. We made a deal: I would become their agent, they would take my little work of borrowed money to the grave. Next thing I knew I was an agent at the age of 15, leading a double life. I was in high school once again, but I investigated the parents of those in my society. I was in high school, but I already had a degree in Mechanics and Engineering. I played two roles perfectly: the high school prom queen, fashion lover vs. the undercover agent. I was a bit of a mess, though. I would often sleep with a boy, just to druge and hack his computer and gain all the dirt on his father or mother. I would do anything to justify my existence. And I did, and I had fun. I led two lives, but then again, I could do it.
After that, the rest is all known. I think I've written enough.
No one, absolutely no one, knew that I was going to be a girl. I always thought my parents dreamed over and over that I would be a boy that could compete with the already male Delton in the family, Leonardo. Nonetheless, I was their great deception. They were not expecting to see a little girl within the blankets when the nurses handed them, their child. It was tough luck. Now there was a probability that the other brothers or sisters would have another male child. Either way, they were not interested in a female. They did not want to raise a girl. They found it pointless. After all, women in the Delton family married rich and that was their purpose in life.
Of course, I never noticed any of this. I would be reminded of my "tragic" first year of life by my grandmother on a daily basis. She would often say 'because you didn't see your mother's face when she found out your sex, oh! the horror!' and she laughed.
A year after my birth, my parents got their wish: they had a boy. However, as a busy couple of society they failed to give him as much attention as they wanted to give him. They did conmemorate his existence and they did spoil him on a daily basis, but still he didn't receive as much parental love as he deserved. In return, I saw my little brother as the family jewel. From the first moment I saw him, I loved him with every fiber of my being. I wanted to protect that little baby whose eyes stared right at my own. I wanted to be an example to him, someone he could look up to, someone he would also love. I knew what would be my role towards this neoborn: I was his big sister.
Talking about knowing what I had to do. I was a very advanced toddler. By the time Eric was born I could talk, walk, and was well aware of my sense of self. In other words, I was no average one year old. My grandmother noticed, my grandfather noticed, but my parents simply ignored that their child had practically learned to talk on her own.
I took my role as big sister very seriously. I wanted to be someone Eric could depend on. And, even though my parents tried to ignore my existence, they were just indifferent, they were never cruel, and from time to time they would make sure I had what a healthy child should have. I never thought they hated me. Quite the contrary, I think they saw me as a challenge that they never had the courage to face. In various occassions my mother would take a brush and try to touch my hair, but she would panic and would later talk to me in a week or two. I didn't mind as long as I was needed. If they needed me to be Eric's entertainment, I was content. If they needed me to be in the house, I was happy. It didn't matter if they didn't love me as I loved them, but they were my parents and I felt that somehow I had to protect them from their own fear.
As I grew, I was happy with my cousins and other Delton family members. There was no way I would ever let go of those great moments of life when I could run about free and laugh out loud. I really enjoyed my childhood.
As a Delton child, I was very privileged. I would sleep in a mansion when a great party was being held in the first floor. I would sneak away from my bedroom and I would sigh with delight as I saw the beautiful dresses, the diamonds, the sparlking life of the high society. I wondered how I would grow up to be and if I would also be able to wear such sublime clothing with as much ease as these people did. I was four when I accompanied my mother to a fashion show she had been invited to, and I fell in love with it all. I wanted to design, I wanted to draw, I wanted to create! I also wanted an excuse to have my mother admire me and acknowledge me. If she loved the designs, she would surely notice me. I desperately wanted her approval.
These were not the thoughts a little child was supposed to have. At the age of five I had discovered my love for fashion, but I had also discovered that I was very particular. I understood high level math. I could follow patterns and complete equations. It was not difficult for me to create completely logical conclusions from previously set premises. I was different, and I was scared. I had already acquired a very particualr passion for reading, and that had not gone unnoticed.
"You are very strange indeed, Lucille." My grandmother was the only one who would ever address me on those particular subjects.
"Why is that grandma?" I would tilt my head and pretend I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Don't play dumb with me, Lucille. It is alright. I have noticed. You are very much like me. Extraordinarily smart. That is important, Lucille Marie. We need to polish those skills of yours. I will take care of that."
At that moment, I didn't know what she meant, but I feared I would find out soon enough. As a result, I tried to spend as much time with my brother and family. What would happen with me? I never feared my grandmother like the rest of my family, but I knew she thrilled in creating havoc. A few months after our chat, I thought nothing would come of it. I kept pretending I was normal. I trained my hand to follow a series of patterns that would create alluring designs for those who viewed them. It made me happy to see that I had enough talent to be an artist.
It all came to an end when I was seven. My grandmother had single handedly convinced my parents that I should be trained with the best of the best, in an institute that would polish my engineering skills. I was seven when father and mother left me to fend for myself, all alone in Italy, in some institute.
The years that followed were very strange. Other children my age and a little older (or younger) were with me. Though our numbers did not surpass ten, we were treated as though we were destruction tools and the highest security was enabled to keep us inside. As always, I had decided to make the best of it, and I did. I loved computers maybe even more than fashion. It was the greatest pleasure to travel among an enormous labyrinth of webs and channels. I felt like I had the power to do anything, and I did! At first I was timid, but then the rushes of adrenaline took over. I was trained, trained to understand every type of software, but also trained to manipulate, create it, destroy it. I could practically design anything I wanted. If I wanted to keep on with my fashion related desires, I could create an entire program that would allow me to take my drawings from paper to a 3D form in the computer. I was enticed, I was absorbed. I usually wrote letters to my parents, but never got responses. Sometimes I would receive a postcard with absolutely no words. Those were very special. I would place them under my pillow.
The other children, who against my wishes I can not call friends because we were more like people in a similar situation, questioned my habits. They didn't understand how I could love in such an insane manner the very people who had sold me to the government (which is exactly what the Deltons had done).
"I love them." I would answer "If I was left here to be trained, and if one day my training is enough to protect them, then it will be enough. As long as I can keep on loving them, I don't mind if they don't return the feelings with such intensity. That is what I think. That is my purpose."
They never understood, but they respected me.
The people at the Institute would allow me to visit my parents in vacations (a month in summer and winter). It was the happiest time during that period. Eric and I would talk nonstop (he always wrote me back). We would usually escape to those typical worlds of illusions where children run to. He'd tell me about his dream to become the leader of the Deltons and about his dream of also being a pilot. I would listen to him and smile. It was fantastic.
Then I would return to the Institute and train more. As I grew, the skills I was introduced to became more difficult. I had to train my mind and body. I had to balance the technology with a great amount of abilities that would allow me to be an even more effective weapon. By the time I was fourteen, I had finished a college degree and I was considered a genius. So were the other kids my age. I loved what I had become. I fancied myself a spy. But still, I was a teenager, with the angst and drama that comes with the age.
At 14 my parents died. It became my personal hell. I changed, my world crashed. At 14 they were dead and I had not yet been acknowledged by them. They had not seen what I could do, what I would do, what I would become. It infuriated me and at the same time I felt lost and without a way. What hurt me the most was my family's reaction to the death. They didn't seem to mind. Their world remained unshattered, while mine crumbled. My grandmother had even hinted that their death was for the better....
...and that was the first time I discovered the dangerous potential hidden within me. I simply connected that night and hacked 25 million dollars from the Deltons' bank account. There was no remorse, I didn't even blink as I did it. No guilt. With that money, I designed and built (with the help of my companions), the jet which my brother would later call Celine: a super advanced plane with artificial intelligence. I'm sure grandma knew it had been me, because next time we met she eyed me with a great deal of respect. She would not create a scandal among her own kin, but she knew what I was capable of now, and she knew I could do more.
A few weeks later I was contacted by the INTERPOL. I had been referenced by the Institute itself. In my inexperience I had also done one simple mistake that had led them to suspect me as the author behind the Delton Bank Account theft. We made a deal: I would become their agent, they would take my little work of borrowed money to the grave. Next thing I knew I was an agent at the age of 15, leading a double life. I was in high school once again, but I investigated the parents of those in my society. I was in high school, but I already had a degree in Mechanics and Engineering. I played two roles perfectly: the high school prom queen, fashion lover vs. the undercover agent. I was a bit of a mess, though. I would often sleep with a boy, just to druge and hack his computer and gain all the dirt on his father or mother. I would do anything to justify my existence. And I did, and I had fun. I led two lives, but then again, I could do it.
After that, the rest is all known. I think I've written enough.