Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen by Nelson Latrivia S

Author:Nelson, Latrivia S. [Nelson, Latrivia S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Urban Life, African American, Adult, Fiction
ISBN: 9780578060118
Publisher: RiverHouse Publishing, LLC
Published: 2010-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The mood at the Medlov Chateau was festive by dusk. The help dashed around the house in a cheery mood, filling it with blooming white, yellow and red roses, spraying perfumes, lighting candles, opening curtains and cleaning. It was as if the house had finally come alive after many years of lying dormant.

The night sky was accented by hues of red and gold as the sun set under a full moon and eager bright stars. The breathtaking view made the chateau look majestic. Surrounded by beautiful landscaping, a well-cut immaculate lawn that stretched on flat lands for miles, a sparking lake and beautiful weather, it appeared that there was no more beautiful place in the world.

Anatoly pulled onto the private drive and could see the home lit up a mile away. It appeared that everyone light in the house was on, every window open; even the lanterns leading down the drive had been lit. Alas, his father and stepmother were in a good mood. He pulled into the circular drive, hearing the gravel crush under this tires, jumped out and ran up the long steps to the front of the house. Stepan opened the door as he grabbed the knob and let him in.

"What's going on in here?" Anatoly asked, wiping his feet off on the rug.

"Your father says tonight he cooks for the entire house, staff, family and all. Were going to have dinner in the main hall."

"He hasn't done that since they moved in," Anatoly smirked. "And Royal?"

"She has the maids cleaning and then rushing to put on regular clothes to enjoy the evening. A band from in town is coming in an hour to set up and play music, and there is a rumor that Dmitry will announce a raise tonight for all workers."

"Wow. It's amazing what a little ass can do."

Stepan gave him a frown. It was completely inappropriate to speak of Mistress Medlov in that way. He shook his head at Anatoly, giving him a look of complete admonishment, yet the boy did not take offense to the old man's rigid manners.

"Lighten up, old man. I'm just kidding with you. Plus, you know it's true."

Cracking a grin, Anatoly hit the butler on the back and headed towards the kitchen where his father surely was.

There were Old World Russian recipe aromas filling the corridors. The pots clanged louder as he got closer to the kitchen. Opening the large double doors to the massive kitchen, he smiled at his father.

Dmitry looked different now, nearly bald with all of his beautiful hair cut off, but he still managed to look stately.

He looked up at his son and smiled. "I was wondering what you were up to," Dmitry waved him over to the stove. "Here, stir this while I check on my bread," he said, wiping his hands on his white apron.

"I heard that we are throwing party tonight," Anatoly said, stirring his fathers legendary borscht.

"Da, we have huge Medlov-style dinner in main hall in about… " he checked his watch.

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