Love With The Murderer Beauty

Maya POV I was shivering, looking at my hands covered in blood, blankly staring at the dead body laying in front of me. I threw the knife and ran to the corner of the wall. Furthermore, I brought my leg to my chest and bow down my head, looking again at the dead body the blood flows increased. I started murmuring looking at the dead body, “I have not killed you, I have not killed you”. Whenever I blink my eyes, the closer the dead body comes to me. Suddenly, I felt the blood splashes on my face, rolling from my head to my nose. I felt jerking my body and heard shouting in the background. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Amber standing in front of me. She looked at me with sympathy while caressing my hair and asked me, “Are you okay, Maya”?. I nodded my head and wake up from the bed. I touched my face and felt the droplets of water. She kept her hands on my shoulder and said, “I threw a glass of water on your face. I was trying to wake you for half an hour, but you were not waking up and murmuring something”. She knew about my nightmares but never questioned me about it. She always tries to calm me but frequently nightmares turning into panic attack. I went to the washroom and threw the water on my face, looked at myself in the mirror and touching my face thought came about the nightmare again. I took a cold shower and quickly changed into my grey baggy trouser and white top. I worked with Amber in the nearby an Italian Restaurant. This work is the way to give me food and my needs. Amber shouted outside my room, “Come quickly, we are getting late”. I hurriedly took my bag and went into the hallway. I came to London two years back for a new start and try to forget the past, while Amber already had a job and apartment here. When I called her for help, she quickly agreed to help me and set everything up for me. I severed all ties from my past. But I can't forget, and I can't live with that burden while trying to start over. Our apartment was only ten minutes away from the restaurant. We stopped for sandwiches on the way and ate them. When we arrived at the restaurant, Amber spoke with other employees, and I admired her confidence. She stands 5'5 and has fair skin and chest brown hair. Amber is self-assured, friendly, and outgoing, but I am shorter. My height is 5'2 and I have tanned skin, hazel eyes, and black hair. Amber is my only friend, and I am reserved and shy. The restaurant is London's renowned Italian restaurant. The two sections are divided, the first for the common individual and the other one for the VIPs. The first section is my change, and Amber is in favour of VIPs. During the night, it's crowded. We came and wore our apron there. She talked with few employees and went to the customer to take orders. She came with a disturbed look after two hours. "I have to leave right away, Maya, since Sheena requires my help." She was involved in a car accident, and no one is willing to assist her. Please handle orders from the VIP section as well.” “I will do it, assist her out,” I answered with a nod. She then exited the restaurant, handing me the notepad. Sheena was a classmate of hers in college. She also visited our apartment on a regular basis. She attempted to form a bond with me, but I was aloof from her. I couldn't seem to get along with anyone. Instead of being overly settled, Amber effortlessly makes friends and is always willing to help. I'm fortunate that she's my best buddy. She has always understood me, has never pushed me to do anything, and treats me as if I were her younger sister. I took her notes and walked over to the VIP area. When I walked in, I saw largely women dressed up in expensive gowns with heavy makeup on their faces and males dressed up in a formal tuxedo suit. I was concerned that this part would be crowded with celebrities. I was summoned by a group of females who were chatting and laughing with one another. Then one of them saw me standing there and said, "Kindly take our orders, daughter," with an absurd smile. I enquired about their orders with a nod of my head. In a white floral dress with a blue coat, the lady looked stunning. Her skin gleamed as it was in her twenties despite her advanced age. I gave her a kind smile and walked over to the kitchen to take her order. I rarely speak to anyone other than Amber, and I never get along with the other staff members, nor do I join them for lunch or the party. I was handling orders in one customer's VIP section when my sight was drawn to a purse left on an empty table. They were high-profile females chatting and giggling a few minutes before I took orders from here. I glanced about for the owner of this purse, then dashed to the gate to hand it over to that lady, but she was nowhere to be found. Similarly, I dashed to the counter to inform them of the purse. The counter girl took a glance at the purse and pulled it from my grasp. Her eyes glistened with hunger and greed. Amber has informed me that she does not appear to be interested in returning it. “I'm asking you about that lady, tell me about her,” I said as I removed the purse from her grip. “She is Mrs. Rose Reynold, the great fashion designer of London,” she replied, frowning and twitching her brows.