Chapitre 4: Memory
The temperature was hot as the weather became sunny. The sky looked dull, the color mixture of blue and white clouds, though, the sun wants really bright as expected.
Luxurious extraordinary buildings area were erected firmly, cloud covering only one particular building; The Scott's residence.
Yet, vera was seen walking with a thin light shirt, designed with a hello-kitty's face, wearing a pair of matching trouser. Her hair tied to a bun with a pink lip gloss, matching her outfit. If one could take a second glance on her, she looked no different than a cute ten year old kid.
However, her expression was moody and indifferent, yet as beautiful as ever. Her steps were slow and steady, though fast at the same time. She slowed down a bit, when a huge billboard, displayed a particular picture that caught her interest; The Scott Grand Lady's Anniversary.
His pose was elegant, his building was gracefully designed and his appearance screamed 'money'. He was just defined as a term dream-man, a woman's dream. Everything about him was beautiful and above all...dreamable, coupled with his handsome features which made him a crown lord of beauty.
Her eyes were frantic, averting her gaze away from the billboard, staring blankly at the clear road. She stopped at the sign of the traffic light that indicates 'Red' that signifies a warning stop for pedestrians.
Standing for few minutes, the traffic light dropped down to green, as she passed immediately. After a long walk, she stopped before a gate, gate of long past memory, flashing back at her face bit by bit. She shook her head, trying to brush those come-back past; the Fetcher's residence. With a heavy heart, she pressed the intercom lightly, stepping backwards, one feet away from the gate, before two armed bodyguard's came out.
"Are you missing Clowdson" Oh right...her fake surname is now officially known. Meanwhile, a bulky old man, in his early 50's, asked with a smile.
She looked at him, raising her head, nodding slowly in response. He smiled again before gesturing the guards to make way for them. The second guard had already opened the main gate and allowed them pass.
Walking towards the parking lot, where a certain black chauffeur waited for them. The bulky man went in circles in a hast and opened the passengers door like a gentleman.
Heart pounding, she smiled and thanked him. He didn't ask or talk about anything further. Her sand brown eyes observed him intensively, understanding he was just following an implied order.
It was a 15 minutes drive, from the main gate to the gate. Once the second gate parted way for them to pass, after the guards have to do some cross check face observation, but attempted not to let them in, after his gaze landed of Vera.
"It's okay Leo. She's miss Angie's guest" He said reassuringly, looking at her for the last time, nodding in acceptance, while ordering the other guards to open to gate.
Her face looked inside the residence in bewilderment. This has changed. Everything looks...different!
Staring at the place were a little bar was located, she remember vividly that that place was once a garden. A garden where beautiful memories were kept. A garden where she grew up in, where love and happiness were in a bond. She bit her lower lip, to prevent the tears that attempted to fall from her eyes.
Seeing a familiar spot, which was no other than mother and father's cemetery. It was in the Fetcher's tradition that anyone from their clan who died, should be buried along with it generation, within their house. This tradition has been ongoing for many centuries, until now, it was replaced with a porch and a garage. Just where did this heartless human bury those two innocent souls that deserve nothing less than love and recollection of those wonderful years they have stayed with them. Those precious times spared to look after them. Where has it gone to? Is this how the world can be so heartless and wicked at the same time?
Tears flowed down her cheeks freely, like rain dropping on the ground.
"Miss, are you okay?" The bulky man from the driver seat asked, looking at the rearview mirror, which brought her out of her silent reverie.
She wiped off her tears with her palm before responding...
"Yes, just..." She paused, refraining from blurting out the next sentence.
"Ah, everything is fine" Vera said with a fake smile.
"Are you sure, cause you are crying" He asked, his voice sounded with doubt, with a concerned look.
"Y-yes, just a bit sentimental" vera spoke softly barely audible.
"Oh! No problem miss, we are already here" He announced.
"Just give me a minute to dress my makeup a bit, will you?'
"Yes, no problem miss. Please take your time" She smiled.
Opening her black leather hand-bag, she brought out a mini- makeup kit, applying the powder, with a touch of pink lip gloss on her lips to make it perfect. Once she checked everything was in order, she stepped out.
Taking a deep breath, she walked inside with two escort bodyguard's at her back. She was greeted by maids and butlers who walked by, responding with a smile. God knows how long she has being smiling...well, not smiling smiling but fake smiling, half smiling, different kinds of smile she had smiled today. Remembering that bulky man, she wondered if he was an Addicted Smile Maniac...!
Her pace elongated, walking forward, having no idea of where she was heading to. As far as she is here, she has to explore! After all, it's not a bad thing to practice astronaut huh??!, exploring the new world and the new...
"Miss vera..." A hoarse female voice called her attention from behind. She turned around and saw a young lady, about the same age with her, dresses in a white gown, on an apron and a blue cap. With her dress code, she was known to be the cook in this big residence. She bowed her head in respect before speaking...
"Miss Angie sends for you in her study. Please...this way" She left the way by stretching her palm, constructing an arc, asking to be followed. They both walked in silence, you they arrived their destination.
"In here miss..." he pointed her thumb to the door at her behind her back.
"...I beg to take my leave now" She said, bowing her head in resignment, before leaving.
With confidence, she held the door knob slowly, twisting it, before a long creaking sound followed. There she was, she at a chair, with her long legs crossed above the other, looking like she has been expecting her arrival. The cool breeze oozed around, her long blonde loose hair, dance to the beat of the afternoon song. She stood up, as her long flay dress, flew backwards, revealing her smooth thighs. If she was the handler of a business, she would have had every successful men under her palm, controlling them. Cat walking, her right arm folded behind her back, while the left arm was free. 'If I was a man' vera thought, 'I would have definitely be seduced fully right now' Her thought was distracted when Angie snapped her finger at her face, with her lip's curved up to the most beautiful smile.
"We meet again...!"
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