With his blue shirt, under his velvety sack, bright red and deep as blood, low with his shoes and his black dress pants, he sat in the dining room and waited for his servants to bring breakfast, suddenly two porters opened the large golden doors of the dining room with breakfast carts, his servants with their cloth in hand and their blue livery with red tinsel, began to serve the dishes on the table.
Beige porcelain plates, finely served and all the same size, the colorful glass jars in the background, with black tea, chamomile, mint, white tea, behind these jars, the clay pots with coffee, and cold milk awaited him, as well as the dishes with fruit of all colors, grapes, orange, chopped papaya with honey on top, dishes with turkey, chops, minced meat and vegetables, noodles and soups, was what I had to have breakfast.
Once he had finished eating breakfast, while his servants were cleaning and picking up the leftover, one of them spoke to him.
- "Excuse me Mr. Eamon, the postman arrived at the door with an invitation for you, "he said in a butler.
- "You know who that is?"
- "No sir the postman just said it was an invitation of something important and left."
Eamon still sat at the large thick glass table, leaned over the back of the dark wooden chair and capitulated cushions, took the letter from his subordinate's hands, broke the wax seal, and began to read the letter.
- It is an invitation from Miss Amara to her party, in honor of her fortieth birthday, - said Eamon tiredly.
- "I should have made up an excuse before, to avoid going to his party, now I have no choice" – he thought annoyed.
- "What time does the party start?" – Eamon asked as he got up from his chair.
- "The postman said two hours before sunset" – said his servant as he rearranged the chair.
- "I understand" – said Eamon with a low tone, as if he were thinking of something else -, "congratulates the chef for me the meat was especially exquisite today "- he said while rearranging his clothes.
- "It must be for our new meat supplier," said the servant.
- "If it must be because of that" – said Eamon as he left the room.
At night Eamon, with the help of his servants, changed his house suit for his gala suit, a three-button suit with blue stripes on the black fabric, gummed his hair back and shaved his beard and mustache.
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"Did you get the gift I asked for?" Eamon asked another of his servants.
"If this is all as requested," replied this one.
Eamon finished getting dressed and went down all over the castle, to the entrance, where his driver was waiting for him with his carriage, with his work suit as black as the night that was approaching.
Once inside his wagon Eamon took out the little box lined with white velour, upholstered with black snowflakes on its outside, he opened the box and on a small cushion capitulated in the center lay a pink gold necklace with snowflake embellishments all along the necklace, Eamon put on some suede gloves and took the necklace by the center of its main adornment a black flower with white embellishments on each petal, and observed it, carefully for a few moments and said.
- "Will it be stolen? it seems cheap, where he will have got it" - he said surprised by what he had just said "how strange" he said confused.
He did not have the habit of talking to himself, he very rarely did, but he let it go, he assumed that it was because of the stress of working all day, since the morning, coupled with the stress caused by going to a party of people, with whom he did not feel comfortable. Suddenly he felt a small dizziness and a desire to vomit suddenly attacked him, which was strange, since he had been traveling in a wagon since he was a child, even shortly after eating, and he had never felt dizzy from the movement of the wagon.
- "Good" thought Eamon "now I have an excuse to miss the party without looking bad" he said out loud while still looking at the ground.
Eamon continued to stare at the ground for a few minutes, because the feeling in his stomach did not give him the security, to put his head back in and risk staining the entire interior. So I passed a stretch of the way, until the tingling sensation in his stomach lightened a little and when Eamon was sure that he would not vomit, he put his head back in and still with his suede gloves on he took the necklace out of his right pocket and put it back into his box carefully.
- "Stupid fucking necklace" he said out loud again.
He could not help feeling a certain mysticism towards that necklace, since he had begun to feel bad, as soon as he took it out of its box, for the first time.
- "Right now I tell the driver that I feel bad and let's go back, "he said as he leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes and at the same time took a deep breath.
- "Sir, we have arrived" it was heard from outside the wagon.
- ?Shit! – Eamon shouted as he put his hand to his mouth. -"This is not like me, I don't shout so it's happening to me" he said quietly.
Unaware of the mental and physical odyssey that his lord lived on the way to the party, the driver in his black velvet silk suit, which was confused with the growing gloom of dusk, opened the wagon door, Eamon immediately came down with a serious expression that quickly passed to a relaxed and cheerful expression, more in line with the occasion.
And full of nerves Eamon stopped for a few seconds, took a deep breath and turned the carriage around and went up the stairs in the direction of the mansion, which from the outside you could see all the lights on, you could hear the noise of the party from the stairs, which took Eamon out of his thoughts, and they returned him to reality, Eamon advanced, without expecting that his symptoms in the carriage would make this an unforgettable night.