Mahogany (Episode 1)
At times patrons would ask just how he could afford such an establishment. Her father would always manage to scatter the conversation and leave them without realizing what had happen. Jewels, however, pieced it together a year ago thanks to her grandmother. Jewels father was of Jamaican decent and his family back home seemed to have quite of bit of money. Jewel's mother, born and raised in Harlem with mixed Indian blood from her great grandmother, was modest in the money area.
The scent from the kitchen of fresh baked bread filled the area that made Jewels stomach ached to grab a slice. She laid down her purse and saw there was still empty glasses on the bar table and leftover plates of food not yet cleared up. Jewels picked up what she could, trying not to ruin her attire, as she made her way to the kitchen.
"I see you decided to wear your father's birthday gift," Bertha said with a grin. Her mother had the same carmel skin tone with dark opal eyes. Bertha's hair was also a tight wavy texture but cut short to frame her round face. Her mother was wearing a blue knee length dress. Even though Bertha had on an apron, the dress still exposed her nice figure.
"Momma, I was just waiting for the perfect outfit and time to wear it," Jewels defended, as she placed the dishes down. Jewels quickly tried to hide any signs of the real reason she wore it.
"Girl, you think I don't know whatcha cooking up?"
"What?"
"Never mind," Bertha replied, in a soft voice while moving the dishes to the washer area for the men behind the window to clean.
"Momma, I really hope you would agree with me on this one."
"Now, child what are you referring to?"
Jewels, trying not to laugh, answered, "This is serious, it really means a lot to me."
Bertha smiled, "I know, just be prepared if he says no."
Jewels nodded and walked to the other side of the table when her father suddenly walked in with two other black men. Her father had dark soil complexion, dark eyes and was dressed in his Sunday best, like always. The men stopped chatting instantly and addressed Jewels and her mother. "Good Morn Ladies," The two men said with a strong northern tone as if they were in some kind of military regime.
"Jewels, Bertha, I would like you to meet Mr. Sanderson
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