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May It Please The Court - book excerpt

Chapter One - Sweet Sixteen

Scottsdale, Arizona

Present Day

“Mija, this is your special day, but you don’t have to be rude. Your Tía is just trying to help. I taught you better than that. Now apologize.” The stern, female voice pierced the room, dominating every other boisterous sound. Everyone in the cramped dressing room stopped and glanced up, taking heed of what Mrs. Clifton would say or do next.

Reyna Clifton was known to be a strong disciplinarian given her parents’ upbringing on the east coast. Her parents hailed from New York like their parents before them. The family grew up there before they moved to the mid-west when their kids were infants. Although they no longer lived in Spanish Harlem, Reyna’s parents raised her and her sister the same way. Despite the hectic atmosphere in the dressing room, Reyna, like her Puerto Rican parents, always demanded civility, especially from her children. Alejandra, Reyna’s oldest child, knew that.

When Alejandra instinctively twirled around in angst to unconsciously direct a piercing glare at her mother, she quickly stopped herself such that her floor-length, periwinkle blue dress suddenly jerked back. The diamond-studded, silver tiara on her head unexpectedly began to slip. Before it fell off, the nimble Tía Esperanza stood next to her holding it in place.

Alejandra’s eyes slightly welled up. She knew what was coming and did not want a verbal lashing from her mother before her sweet sixteen ceremony. This would embarrass her, especially in front of all of her girlfriends and female cousins who were her damas. She braced herself.

“Reyna, it’s nothing. She’s just nervous. That’s all.” Esperanza straightened the askew tiara. “There. That’s better.”

Esperanza’s calming voice disarmed Reyna like it frequently did since their childhood. The sisters were many years apart in age, but the younger Esperanza was always mature in ways that evaded Reyna. Somehow, despite the age difference, they were still close.

“Doesn’t your daughter look beautiful?” Esperanza now sounded muffled as she stuffed a couple of bobby pins into her mouth so that both of her hands were free. She stepped aside so that Alejandra was in full view.

“Ay Dios mio. Yes, you’re lovely, beautiful. That dress is amazing. I’m glad you picked it.” Reyna stopped herself from saying anything untoward. The first dress that Alejandra selected was hideous according to her mother. But that seemed ages ago. There was no point in mentioning it now and dampening the mood even further.

Reyna walked towards Alejandra to hug her. As Mrs. Clifton walked closer to her daughter, Porsha, Alejandra’s dama de honor, followed with a set of earrings in her hand. Porsha had known Alejandra since the sixth grade when they were seated next to each other in Ms. Hittson’s class. They were inseparable since that day. Like Esperanza, Porsha was adept at keeping people calm and focused. The two classmates were also like sisters.

“Put these on. Frank will love them. They match your tiara.” Porsha smiled as she handed the diamond earrings to Alejandra.

“Tía Esperanza, can you do it? I’m shaking so badly.”

Her aunt dotingly complied.

Alejandra’s long, bronze neck was daintily revealed above the princess scoop neckline, giving the young woman an air of aristocracy uncommon for her age. She was pleased. Months of preparation had paid off.

There were the four dance rehearsals with Alejandra’s court as well as the rehearsals with her father, Anthony Clifton. Her party planner, Mariposa Aponte, choreographed the entire affair including Alejandra’s upcoming entrance. Every last detail of the sweet sixteen party was meticulously planned and paid for in advance. Her family spared no expense for the special occasion. Next would be her prom, her graduation party, and, of course, her wedding. But those events were far off and out of her mind. Today was Alejandra’s sixteenth birthday.

Even though her sweet sixteen party was not in her hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada, Alejandra was still pleased. Her Aunt Esperanza insisted that the festivities be held in Scottsdale, Arizona where she lived. Esperanza relocated to Scottsdale after her parents sold the small, family home in Chicago. Of course, her sister, Reyna, obliged at the request because Esperanza and her husband insisted on paying the bulk of the expenses. Twenty years ago, Esperanza married a wealthy plastic surgeon, Efron Martinez. They treated Alejandra, her first-born niece, as one of their own because they were also Alejandra’s godparents.

Despite the sweltering Arizona summers, Alejandra visited her aunt and uncle every summer for several weeks to a month. Sometimes the entire summer. That allowed her to become close with her cousins, Clarice and Elisa. They were only a year or two younger than Alejandra. Trips to Sedona, San Diego, Rocky Point, Hawaii, Europe, and even their native Puerto Rico made the trio inseparable. Clarice and Elisa were two of Alejandra’s seven damas. Esperanza never insisted upon that as a condition of paying for the ceremony. She took for granted that her niece would ask her daughters as well as two of their high school classmates, Jennifer and Sequoia. Alejandra eagerly selected them without prodding. Two of Alejandra’s girlfriends flew in from Vegas to attend and to also participate as part of her court. Their parents gladly chaperoned.

All of the damas were frantically putting on their evening dresses. Swathes of matching but lighter, periwinkle blue filled the room like a symphony of clothing floating effortlessly in the air. Giggles could be heard along with fits of anger from trying to squeeze into their clothing. Some had too much to eat when their nerves got the better of them during the past week or so. But in the end, nothing was more important to each girl than to be supportive of Alejandra on her birthday.

“Alejandra, we’re ready.” A loud knock at the door was heard before Mariposa cautiously entered. Mariposa saw the majestic Alejandra smiling and pleased with her dress. Without hesitation, Mariposa then sternly spoke into the microphone of her headset, “Cue the band. Superstar is ready.”

Superstar was the name Mariposa used to refer to every one of her sweet sixteen clients. That way her staff did not have to remember the various names of the family members, only the titles used to refer to their respective positions. Mariposa was different from her staff. Every client was memorable. She treated every event as special, as if it was her first and learned everyone’s name by heart.

Alejandra faced the door and gleamed after taking a deep breath. “I’m ready too.” She turned to Porsha. “Can you find Frank? I’ll need help with my dress.”

“No worries, Alejandra. That’s my job. I’ll have one of my guys bring him here,” Mariposa interrupted before Porsha could consent to the request.

“Thank you, Mariposa. You’re the best.”

“Hank. Can you bring Lancelot to the Superstar’s dressing room?”

A husky male voice responded in her headphones in the affirmative.

“I told you she is the best party planner. Worth every penny,” Esperanza gleefully whispered to Reyna and squeezed her arm.

They originally disagreed about hiring a party planner located in New York, but Mariposa came highly recommended and her references were impeccable. Esperanza promised that she would spare no expense. That included paying Mariposa’s hefty fee along with paying to fly her entire entourage in from New York. Reyna relented like she always did to Esperanza’s wishes.

The seven damas left the dressing room for the ceremony along with Reyna and Esperanza. When Frank finally arrived, he held up Alejandra’s dress while she walked so that it wouldn’t drag on the ground and get dirty. She walked briskly from the dressing room across the lawn towards the Grand Ballroom to avoid the newly arriving guests from accidentally seeing her. She wanted her dress and her entrance to be a surprise.

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When all of the guests were finally seated after arriving from an earlier Mass at Saint Joseph’s Cathedral, the announcer, Hector Perez, stood up and announced the first two damas as they entered the Grand Ballroom.

“Please clap for Melissa and Claudia.”

The two Vegas damas and fellow classmates of Alejandra entered the room in tandem as they swayed their arms to the rhythmic music played by the band. They walked to the front of the ballroom on the matching periwinkle blue carpet runner placed in the middle of the wooden floor. After reaching the end of the carpet, both girls turned to opposite sides of the ballroom and walked along the side of the room towards the back and lined up on opposite sides of the carpet runner facing each other.

“Next up, Jennifer and Sequoia. Clap, clap, clap, everybody.”

Hector mimicked how he wanted the audience to clap. They heartily obliged for the local girls.

The girls entered to rousing applause with the same rhythmic swaying of their arms. They stopped half-way into the room, shifted their hips in opposite sides, and placed their arms on their hips, making an arch with both of their bodies.

“Make some noise,” Hector yelled into the microphone so that the audience could cheer again.

A professional photographer took pictures of both girls as they continued up the ballroom and then back around towards Melissa and Claudia, forming two separate lines on both sides of the periwinkle blue carpet. All four girls swayed in unison to the music.

Two more damas, Alejandra’s cousins, Clarice and Elisa, entered the ballroom after Hector announced them. They twirled around after entering and then pointed both arms to the front of the ballroom.

“Oh yeah, nice,” Hector exclaimed.

When Clarice and Elisa formed a line with the other four girls, all six girls twirled in unison.

Porsha was announced and entered by herself. She walked daintily up the carpet swaying her arms to her side.

“Next up, ladies and gentlemen, Alejandra’s parents. A resounding applause for Anthony and Reyna Clifton.”

The parents entered nervously, holding hands, then separated to join the other damas lined in a row.

“I think they deserve a bigger round of applause, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t you agree?”

The large crowd filling the Grand Ballroom of the Regal Phoenix Resort and Spa clapped louder at Hector’s urging.

“Next up, Wilhelmina.”

Hector’s voice echoed as a shy, seven-year-old girl walked through the door. Her mother, Josephine McIntyre, escorted her. Wilhelmina carried Alejandra’s changing shoes on a periwinkle blue, kneeling pillow. The little girl walked carefully so as not to accidentally drop the shoes.

“Ladies and gentlemen. How many of you are eager to celebrate Alejandra’s sweet sixteen? Make some noise.”

The crowd cheered and then suddenly became quiet.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Damas y Caballeros. It’s my pleasure to present to you, celebrating her sweet sixteen birthday … Ladies and gentlemen, a big round of applause for Alejandra, Alejandra Clifton…” Hector said her last name louder and longer. “Accompanied by Frank.”

The double doors to the Grand Ballroom opened. Alejandra wearing her periwinkle blue, evening dress walked on the left side holding Frank’s hand. Frank, Alejandra’s Caballero de honor or escort, wore a white tuxedo with a periwinkle blue tie, cufflinks, and handkerchief. When they reached the middle of the ballroom, Frank stopped and bowed towards Alejandra, while she smiled. He then walked backwards towards the damas lined in a row on the right side of the ballroom. He walked to the back of the line near Melissa. Alejandra continued walking towards the front of the ballroom, both hands slightly lifting her dress.

“If you think Alejandra looks beautiful, then I need you to make some noise for me, ladies and gentlemen.”

Alexander nervously smiled as the crowd roared.

She walked towards a white throne and turned around, standing in front of it.

“Everybody, repeat after me. Happy Birthday, Alejandra.”

Alejandra sat on the throne. Her parents were on each side of it. Standing next to her mother, Reyna, was Frank. They clapped as the crowd wished Alejandra happy birthday. Mariposa looked on in amazement, happy that the grand entrance was a success. She walked to the back of the ballroom and spoke something unintelligible into her headset.

After the photographer took pictures and the videographer recorded the entire family and court, Alejandra and her damas sat down at the head table near the front of the ballroom. Periwinkle candles were aglow. Arrangements of flowers were scattered around the head table. Frank sat next to Alejandra and poured her a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon from Maldonado Family Vineyards.

The room was silent as Reyna Clifton walked to the head table with a microphone in her right hand and a piece of paper in her left hand. Mr. Clifton was not too far behind his wife. Reyna stopped in front of her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. She briefly glanced at the paper but then spoke from the heart.

“Alejandra, it seems like just yesterday that I was changing your diapers and chasing you around the house.”

Reyna’s voice cracked. She paused to regain her composure.

“And now we are all here today, celebrating your sixteenth birthday and a new chapter in your life as a young lady. Your father and I are proud of the woman that you are becoming.”

Alejandra wiped her tears with a handkerchief as her mother spoke with heartfelt words. Several of the damas also wiped their tears.

“I pray that God will continue to guide you and protect you as you continue to walk the path of your life. I love you and I will always be here for you, my little muñeca.”

The crowd sighed when Reyna sobbed at the end of the toast and gave the microphone to her husband.

In the back of the ballroom, Esperanza watched impatiently as her older sister spoke. She turned and noticed that her husband, Efron, was surprisingly gratified at the whole display of affection.