CHAPTER 2: A FOREIGN LAND
Blessing Peters@petersblessing440800
5 months ago
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Marygold's eyes widened as she stepped out of the car and onto the driveway of the Macrov's mansion. The 10,000-square-foot ranch was a sight to behold, with its grey exterior and sprawling gardens. Vida, smiled and took her hand.
"Welcome to your new home, Marygold," he said, leading her towards the front door. he said, leading her toward the front door. They had arrived here after getting directions from Manuel, Vida's coworker, who was practically doing a happy dance at the thought of pocketing whatever bonus his boss would bestow upon him for his assistance.
As they entered the mansion, Marygold was greeted by the Macrov family, who looked like they had just stepped out of a lifestyle magazine. Mr. John Macrov, a tall and handsome man in his late 30s, flashed a warm smile that could probably melt glaciers.
"Hello, Marygold," he said, extending his hand like a true gentleman. "We've heard a lot about you."
Marygold shook his hand, her eyes darting around the room with a mix of curiosity and the kind of wariness usually reserved for first-time skydivers.
Mrs. Blizzard Macrov, a stunning woman with long brunette hair and grey eyes, smiled at Marygold.
"Hello, dear," she said, embracing Marygold warmly. "We're so glad you're here."
Leo Macrov, the 7-year-old son of the Macrov family who had black hair, grey eyes and a handsome face, looked up at Marygold with eyes wide with curiosity.
"Hi," he said, waving shyly at her.
Marygold raised an eyebrow at Leo, her expression softening slightly as she smiled at him.
As they sat down in the living room, Mr. Macrov began to ask Marygold questions about herself.
"So, Marygold, tell us a little bit about yourself," he said, leaning forward in his chair.
Marygold shrugged, her eyes narrowing slightly as she began to speak.
Marygold shrugged, her eyes narrowing slightly as she began to speak. "I'm from Nigeria," she declared, her voice firm and unwavering. "I grew up in a... complicated household. But I'm smart, resourceful, and not afraid of hard work. I mean, I can cook jollof rice like a pro, and I can dodge my mother's boyfriends like a ninja. My school life was a hassle because my dad couldn't pay my fees and mom was struggling to keep up with the house payments, her job , the house and my school. It wasn't all bad though 'cause I always went to the library most of the times to study"
The Macrov family listened intently, their faces a mix of admiration and disbelief, as if they were watching a live performance of "The Amazing Marygold."
"We're impressed by your spirit, Marygold," she said. "You're clearly a strong and capable young girl and we want to support you in any way we can, from the brief hints about your family , it's a bit obvious you had it tough, so please allow us to create new sweet memories with you." Mr. Macrov nodded in agreement.
As Mr. Macrov's piercing gaze locked onto Marygold, he blurted out the question that had been simmering in his mind. "Marygold, tell me, what's your take on our humble abode here in California?"
Marygold's lips curled into a brief smile. "It's... different. I mean, I've never seen a house that's roughly the size of a small nation. But the gardens? Absolutely stunning. I half-expect to find a unicorn frolicking among the roses."
Mr. Macrov's face lit up with pride. "Ah, yes! My wife, Blizzard, is the mastermind behind the gardens. She has an uncanny eye for beauty."
Marygold's curiosity got the better of her. "So, Mr. Macrov, What do you do for a living?"
Mr. Macrov's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I'm a barrister, specializing in international law."
Marygold let out a low whistle, "That's impressive. I've always had a love-hate relationship with law. I mean, it's fascinating, but also terrifying. Like, who needs that much stress in their life? I can barely handle my math homework"
Mr. Macrov chuckled. "But I think you'd make a great lawyer, Marygold. You're smart, confident, and can clearly think on your feet."
Marygold raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Am I? I mean, I'm just a 10-year-old from Nigeria. What do I know about being a great lawyer? I can argue with my mother about why I should have dessert before dinner, but I’m not sure that qualifies."
Just then, Mrs. Macrov swooped in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Marygold, dear, I've heard so much about your culinary skills. Tell me, what's your favorite dish to cook?"
Marygold's face lit up with a warm smile. "Hmm, that's a tough one. I think my favorite dish to cook is probably jollof rice and peppersoup. I love how the flavors come together in perfect harmony"
Leo, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly piped up. "Ooh, jollof rice! Can you make it for us now, please? Pleeeease?"
Marygold laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe later, Leo. But first, I need to get familiar with the kitchen here."
Mrs. Macrov beamed with excitement. "Of course, dear! Take all the time you need. But I have to say, I'm intrigued by your passion for cooking. Maybe one day you can teach me some of your favorite recipes."
Marygold smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe. But only if you promise to teach me some of your famous painting techniques."
Mrs. Macrov let out a delighted laugh. "Deal!"
"Fine," Marygold said, standing up with a mock-serious expression. "But don't expect me to go easy on you just because you're my new family."
"What!" Leo exclaimed, his serious expression looking as if he had just been insulted by a rival superhero. "Do you know who we are??"
"And who might you be?" Marygold asked, arms folded and a smirk plastered on her face.
"We are the AVENGERS... of food!" he declared dramatically, and the whole house erupted in laughter.
And with that, the Macrov household transformed into a joyful, boisterous haven, filled with laughter, love, and the occasional culinary experiment gone hilariously wrong.
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