Phillip’s story - - Have you seen her? - - Yes, I have but I did not notice anything out of the ordinary. My blood was boiling in my veins. My head was spinning with the thought of his filthy hands all over Miss Maya. - - He was touching her! - - Phillip, he just took her arm and drove her out of this place. There was no…touching… - - Whatever! - - Where are you going? - - After them - - Phillip don’t… I left my friend behind in the coffee shop and stepped out in the chilly evening. I raised my jacket collar and tried to find them. They were nowhere to be found. My mind was just starting to go insane. Peter must have canceled our order because he was right beside me, lecture me. - - Just leave her be, Phillip! You are nothing to her just as she is nothing to you. - - Now that is where you are so mistaken! - - Enlighten me, please! Peter was gazing at me with his big wonder eyes. I am not sure what kind of an
- - Don’t you miss him, Maya? - - Who? I already knew the answer to that question. - - Santa Clause! We both laugh so hard that for a second I forgot about how sad answering her is going to be. - - You know who I mean. - If I say no it would be a big fat lie. If I say yes it would be against my rules. So, to answer your question I miss the way he was making me feel. - - You mean loved, important. - - Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Now come help me with this tree. I can wait to see it done. I bought a Christmas tree just to beautify my house. And because of the holiday itself and what it meant, because there was no way in Heaven I will celebrate with my family. I don’t have one. I promised myself that sadness and sorrow would be gone this winter. Sometimes is so hard to believe Pamela is no more but at the same time, I agree with the thought that God just needed angels for Him. It took us one whole hour to finish the tree and light
Maya’s story It’s the day of the fashion event. I had my heart up in my throat until Phillip answered my request. Actually I knew he would come. The question is with whom? All-day long, I was restless making all kinds of scenarios. As much as I want to think of what my event will be tonight Phillip keeps popping into my mind. I know it means torture but I can’t help it. As a distraction, I had Sam come with me to the place where the gala would be. Five more minutes of torment until I heard her at the door. I rushed over like a hurricane wanting to escape from this state of mind. - - Coming! I opened the door and there she was in all of her beauty. She went to the stylist and she came with her gala dress carefully hanging on her shoulder. - - Wow, Sam, you look… stylish. - - Oh, thanks, I guess… - - No, I mean it. I am just amazed! - - I am half-ready and you haven’t even started yet! - - Well, I have to do something first and I ne
Phillip’s story I liked the way Miss Maya arranged all this. The room is so elegant, she figured out how to call famous people here. I am sure she will recover her old name in the fashion industry. Although my gaze is fixing her all over this place. Wherever I look, she is there also a dark tall man is always with her. My partner tonight told me he is Adam Oakland the fashion mogul. God of all fashion designers and wannabes in this tough industry. I wonder what she is doing with him and I am wondering where are they right now? My partner Corrine is one of my childhood friends. That kind of friend that never leaves you on hard times and the kind that would trade everything she owns for helping. - - Are you all right Phillip? - - I guess… - - You are looking for her, aren’t you? - - Does it make sense to lie? - - Well, no! Because I know you like the back of my palm. I gave her my smirked look knowing that she was right. I have become restless just
- - Ok, as you wish. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? He continued to be so gentle despite the fact that I was so cold. - - Anabelle is not here, so I get to cook for you. His wide smile melted my heart. - - Thank you! If you don’t mind, I will take a quick shower and I will come to the kitchen. - - Be my guest! I shall wait for you. “Will you wait for me a lifetime?” Guilty thoughts! “Snap out of it, Maya!” The sower did me good. I feel more relaxed and ready to face the man that shook my world. Phillip provided me with one of his t-shirts. His scent envelops me like into a prison, but the kind of prison from which they never release me and if they lose the key, better. A few minutes more and I was down into Phillip’s kitchen. The delicious smell of eggs and ham freshly baked mixed with the scent of magical coffee awoke all my sleeping senses. I closed my eyes wondering how it would be living this dream-like for the rest of my life. The thou
I waited a few more minutes and went down to the kitchen. On my way there my phone rang. It was from Peter. - Hello? - Hey bro! What are you doing? - Recovering… - What do you mean? - Do you have some spare time to come over? - Sure, I will be there in ten. - Ok, just enter, don’t knock… In exactly ten minutes my front door was opening again. This time was Peter. He came in a hurry, worried. - Phillip, are you all right? - Take a seat! Want a coffee? - Leave the coffee to tell me what is the matter? I sighed deeply pulling a chair to sit next to Peter. The atmosphere was loaded and depressing. I just knew he wouldn’t agree with what I did to Maya. So I went directly to what I had to say. - I assaulted Maya. His curious face suddenly became perplexed and then furious. His question came out like an accusation of the lowest. - What is the name of God did you do? I was looking at Peter and quic
- Maya, look at me! As if trying to distract me he cupped my face into his large rough hands. - Try to stay calm. Nobody here knows you lost your memory. They know about the accident and how good you used to be so let us keep it this way, ok? - Ok, I will try. But you know that I am not the same. - I know and that is why I am asking you to play your part. Here are prestigious fashion houses with well-known designers. All you have to do is to know that you used to be one of them. The rest will follow. Trust me and trust yourself. Adam was right. Even if my memory is not fully recovered that does not mean I don’t know fashion. Something inside me makes me feel good about it. Something behind my damaged mind knows I used to be an excellent fashion designer. So if Adam and I know that is enough to participate and why not win it. This is a place where fame and recognition in the fashion industry are like breathing fresh air. All contestants had to choose a line on
Phillip’s story - What is wrong with you? - What? - I thought you would be happy to see her. I thought you would talk with her. However, you were cold and distant. Why? - It is a difference between coldness and the way I acted Pete. A thin line that you don’t see yet will serve me to get her back. - Explain, please. - Well, Adam will be a problem but he is no match for me. - You are definitely sure of yourself. - Why wouldn’t I be? - Let us see, Adam is close to her you are not. Adam brought her to this contest and still, Adam is making her way into this tough world of fashion. What do you have to say in your defense? - If you put it this way, I have something Adam does not. Her love and my love back for her. - You have a point. Then all you have to do is to somehow, win her on your side. The afternoon was full. Many famous people were gathering and chatting with one another. I was following Maya just to mak