Chapter 6

• Denver blinked once, then twice.
• He’s beginning to see
• things again. It was probably because of the margarita cocktail that he had
• consumed earlier.
• Henry patted him from
• behind; looking wholly confused. “Hey buddy! Why are you inside the
• prostitutes’ private room?”
• Denver blinked again.
• It was a sort of realization. 
• His cheeks stained red, probably because of the drink, the shame, and
• the embarrassment…or all of the above.
• “Come here, Denver!
• This is a girls’ room!” Henry yelled.
• Denver then went with Henry, like a child following his father
• after being swept away in the middle of nowhere.
• He then saw the woman
• earlier sitting beside a handsome forty-year-old man in tuxedo, facing the
• stage to where a naked lovely lady dancing in a pole. Her clothes are vibrant
• and fluffy, much like her bouncing breasts and hairy genital. 
• “You’re probably
• imagining things again, pal!” Henry exclaimed. He was right, very right.
• Denver looked at the
• woman again. Damn, she definitely looked like Wisdom. The body, the skin, the
• size of her breasts. They do look identical to one other.
• Henry snapped his finger
• across his face to grab his best friend's attention. “Hey, what’s wrong with
• you, Dennie?” 
• “Nothing. Just tired
• and…drunk,” he replied while shaking his head, hoping to wake himself from that
• embarrassment earlier.
• “Let’s go home.”
• “Yeah, we certainly
• should.”
• And Denver found
• himself being escorted by his bestfriend this time towards the car that was
• parked in the downstairs basement. He’s lucky that Henry was the one driving as
• he unknowingly plunged into a night’s sleep along the ride.
• ****
• “She’s beautiful,
• Denver.”
• That was the third time
• Denver’s mother uttered that sentence ever since the gracious Verity had laid
• eyes on one of her son’s managers new secretary.
• “Look at her, dear
• boy,” Verity Giordano, his mother, inched closer to him as she commanded softly
• those words.
• He rolled his eyes.
• Surely, if there is a legendary and persistent matchmaker, that would
• definitely be his mother Verity.
• “Yeah, she's a
• beautiful lady. Now what, mom?”
• “Now, why don’t you
• court her?” His mom’s eyes sparkled.
• “I—what?”
• His mother just smiled,
• like a huge diehard fan of two famous celebrities that has long been hoping for
• them to be together.
• “If you’re not gonna do
• it for yourself, then do it for me.”
• Denver just stared at
• his mother before replying, “She’s married.”
• Silence shrouded. His
• mother’s eyes widened.
• “I don’t see any
• wedding ring on her finger. You’re…probably lying.”
• He let go of his
• mother’s hand that he’d been squeezing earlier and stood.
• “Mother, I promise I’ll
• bring you a girlfriend soon. It’s just that…” He then sighed. “I’m not
• interested to married women and expectant mothers.”
• Verity raised her
• brows. “She’s pregnant?”
• “Two weeks according to
• the Human Resource Manager.”
• Denver swore there was
• a flick of sadness in his mom’s eyes. “I see…so when will I see my
• granddaughter?”
• Denver sat down again
• beside his mom. “Maybe a year or two from now on. As soon as I find a
• girlfriend, we will make a baby as soon as possible.”
• Verity’s smile was as
• wide as the vast sky above. “I still hope that it will be her—your wife.”
• He caressed his
• mother’s cheeks before hugging her. Denver is indeed a mother’s boy.
• “What’s her name?”
• Verity asked during the duration of the hug.
• “Wisdom Linnea Weisz.”
• “What a beautiful name
• she has!”
• Her mother inhaled
• before adding. “I once had a bestfriend who had an identical face and body as
• her.”
• “Where’s she now, mom?”
• “Somewhere between the
• clouds…or the realm of paradise as Dante Alighieri in his Divine Comedy once
• said.”
• He felt sorrow and remorse
• for his mother’s friend. “You really are poetic, mom. I’m sorry.”
• Seconds passed before Denver added. “So, what’s your friend’s name?”
• Before his mother could
• reply, Gerry Grace, one of the managers of the branch that he’s having an
• annual visit, entered the room.
• Along with him is the
• woman Denver and his mother had been talking earlier.
• She had a body identical to Aphrodite. Her gentle face was very
• much the type of girl Denver had been searching for. And her eyes…damn, he
• could stare all-day long with those pristine turquoise eyes.
• She smiled at
• him—Gerry’s secretary. Deep down, Denver knows it was more of a professional
• act only. It was an ethical way of greeting an employee to the company’s Chief
• Executive Officer or C.E.O. 
• But to Denver, it was a smile that lit the sleeping flame of love inside
• his heart. This long buried feeling was ablaze by the woman his mother had long
• been looking forward to be the Mrs. Denver Giordano—Wisdom Linnea Weisz.