"Prepare the clothes and the models, I'll be there in a minute. " Allora swipes her finger on the screen, and the call of his assistant, Manuel, immediately ended. She sighs as soon as the emails show up non-stop on her phone's screen, saying about the incident at the Valerie Fashion Show.
The Valerie brand wants Allora to apologize personally in public. That incident was a setback for her and her team. They didn't know that their designs were leaked and cloned by other brands. It's her loss, not theirs. Their company already compensated for the said damage and is willing to give them another design, but the Curtis sisters, her rival and the daughter of Valerie Brand, don't want to get her out without losing her job.
The Curtis sisters, named Elen and Becky, were her rivals in Fashion Academy. They were famous and well-known for their family's bloodline in the fashion industry, but Allora, who began from the bottom, beat them all up in a worldwide contest and made her name fresh from all the famous brands. These two sisters never left Allora after that. They do everything just to ruin her, but even once, they didn't even succeed. And now, it happened again. Allora already knew that these two sisters had already planned it before the fashion show. They have access to everything, especially their family's company. If it's not for her boss, she will not accept that invitation. She already smelled something fishy when Curtis invited her. Out of all the best fashion designers, why her? And they are enemies for a stupid reason.
The sun was rising up, and a lot of cars passed her. She's still on the side of the café, where she stopped for a while and answered her assistant. The road that she's taking today is another route because the traffic, especially Monday, is nonstop in the city. She doesn't want to be late; she hates being late. That's her signature. That's why all of her work turns out so well, because she doesn't waste time. But, there's a time she wants to change, and that is choosing herself more than anyone. The time comes when she chooses the right thing, but it turns out to be the wrong feeling.
The sun's light struck her face when she opened the door. Her green eyes sparkled as she tried to embrace the sun, tracing her long lashes and pointing nose. Even the sun's light is loving her aura. Witty and gorgeous. She's always been beautiful, not just physically but also her heart.That's why she had a lot of suitors in their company. Even her boss's son, Kenedy, fell in love with her. Either one of them, however, didn't pass Allora's Standard.
A smell of pancakes and coffee filtered through her nostrils as soon as she stepped inside the café shop. It's the only store on that roadway, and she needs coffee for this morning. A lot of problems came today. She needed to fill her stomach for some energy. She needs to face those sisters later and her boss's grumpy face.
The coffee shop is filled with people already. It might be like her that took a shortcut in these areas. Men on the side are having their first heat, drinking beers. There are also children in the left corner eating their special pancakes. The store is made up of polished wood and some animal heads. A head of a dear catches her attention. She remembers something about it. It reminded her of someone's mansion, but she forgot who it was. She had this disease when she was young. Forgetting things when she's pessimistic. It's like her brain rebooted and erased her memory itself. It only happens when something traumatic happens to her. It will never happen again, since she can manage her emotions, but sometimes Allora wants to forget anyone again and never feel the pain she feels these days. There are some dreams she can't explain to herself lately. Allora already consulted the doctor, but the doctor said it's just normal since she has an illness.
"One caramel macchiato, miss. Add a little bit of sugar and make it two, "she said to the aged woman with a ponytail.
The woman looked confused. Allora noticed immediately and stopped opening her black purse. The woman had a very feisty look, and she had a scar on the side of her cheek. Allora also looked at her and touched her face. She thought she had dirt or an unbalanced foundation.
"May I help you?" Finally, Allora asked. She can bare the furrowed brows of the old lady looking at her like she'd kill someone.
The woman suddenly continues wiping the glass she's holding. She looks again at Allora, but this time with her warming smile.
"I am sorry, miss. It's just, I've seen you here before," she said.
Allora's heart beats rapidly because of confusion. She had never been to a place like this before, and this was her first time going on this road.
"You may be mistaken, ma'am. It's my first time here in your shop, "she said casually.
"No... It is you, I am sure about it. You're with-,"
The old lady was cut off by her husband. Her husband immediately replaced her position and made Allora's order. The old man whisper something on the lady that makes her leave and do other chores.
"I'm so sorry about my wife. She's always saying that to a lot of beautiful girls who pass by here." The old man apologetically said. He's putting the cream on top of Allora's coffee.
"Oh no! It's okay, mister, "she said, lifting her purse and getting the payment.
The man gave Allora her coffee. "Here you go, miss."
When Allora gave the money, the old man refused it.
"It's free, don't worry. Since it's your first time her.,and as an apology to my wife, "he said, pushing her hand back.
Allora didn't know what to do, so she just put her payment on the side of the table. The old man already turned around, revealing her cute ponytail. He walks towards the two men on the side and lists their orders. Her wife, on the other hand, is fixing the bottles. She lifts a gaze at Allora again.
She walk towards her and brought something in her hand.
"Here," the lady gave her a picture. Allora stares at it for a second before accepting. She doesn't know what this is, but it's a Polaroid picture of her wearing a brown coat and embracing a guy on a cute photo booth, saying the 100th costumer.
What? Who is this?
The guy's face is blurry, but in the picture, he is kissing Allora's forehead. She looked confusedly at the woman.
"H-how? Why am I here? " Her voice cracked because of extreme shock. Maybe it's another person who looks like her. It can't be. She hasn't been into this place, and if she's the girl why can't she remember anything, even a small details about this place, this road she's taking.
" I told you, I saw you here," The lady wink.
Before she can protest and deny the person on the picture, the old man pull the lady to his spot and pointed something on their kitchen. Her wife just nod and go to the door. She wave to Allora and slowly closed the wooden door. She breath heavily knowing she might be that girl. But... Why can't she remember anything. Her friends didn't say anything about someone when she's still on the hospital. And if she had forgotten memory in the past, it may be painful and traumatic that she forgot about it. This man, if this is true. Where is he? Why is he not here, beside Allora.
Who is this guy?
