Hell to Love

There’s a strange path that leads you to your dreams, that’s only found when you are ready to strive for it.  My dreams had been shattered way before I had been given the chance look up to them but, I have a chance to fulfill his’ and I’m glad for that. Step by step, darling. Step by step. My sub-conscious mind beamed at me. Yes. I reminded myself. I’m on my way to Philippines where I’m scheduled to meet Mr. Benjamin Walter, owner of a leading fashion brand in the world named Morshes. Weird name, isn’t it? Yes, mini-me. Though, it has nothing to do with us. I’m going on this trip with my boss, Ms. Rachel Stane. She is engaged to Morshes’   heir, so in a way she is going to visit her father-in-law and her fiancé.   I’m her temporary assistant for the next week as her asst couldn’t join in, so I get to be that unwanted-yet-precious baggage that she has to keep. But, I still don’t get it, Why you?  Because, I’m her most trusted person in the company according to her: I’m the one who deals with the company’s marketing strategies, and therefore I make her brand famous. I guess it’s the result to being stuck here for four years already. I highly doubt that! Shut-up mini me! Way to go, for being an over-achiever. Mini-me mocked me, AGAIN. I decided to ignore it and focus on my surroundings. The view below me was spectacular. Small islands, covered with a green blanket welcomed us, promising me a blissful journey. Something inside me told me that this journey would be a big turning point for me. I hoped for that to be an optimistic one. My trance was interrupted as the flight-attendant announced our landing. I felt nervous, because it was my first flight out of the country and also for that lingering feeling inside me, that something big was bound to happen on this trip. The flight landed and we walked out with me following her (My boss). There was a black limousine waiting for us. Yeah Mr. Super billionaire had to show off. “Oh my! Richhy really cares a lot,” she exclaimed, and this ‘Richhy’ is  her rich fiancé whose name is Richard Spark Walter and that’s the nickname she gave him. Actually, there was a rumor that he didn’t allow her to use his actual nickname. Kinda weird… He’s not known to be a public figure. He practically stays away from media so there are no pictures of him anywhere on the internet. So, I don’t know who he is or what he looks like expect from the factual stuff… Our drive was a headache for me. She babbled nonstop about her “Richhy” and that had now started to creep me out. She is practically obsessed with him. Correction; with his money! Yeah right; she’s that typical over poised and too sophisticated of a person and a total b***h but… not to me. She’s nice to me and you know why. We reached our destination that was to be resort after 30 minutes of drive. The resort was one of a kind. It was opposite to a beach. It was well built and a 7-star rated one and I know this from the constant boasting from Rachel. We were greeted with fresh coconut water at the entrance. We took our respective keycards and headed to our rooms, but no before, “Ivy?” she called out to me. “Yes, Rachel?” “Ivy, we are supposed to meet Richhy and Mr. Walter at 1:00 sharp for the lunch and now it’s 11:30 so please be here on time. I wouldn’t want them to wait, Richhy won’t appreciate you know.” “Ok, I’ll meet you here in an hour then” “Yeah and please dress nicely, you know what I mean right?” Yeah b***h I thought. “Yeah,” I replied instead. So now I don’t get to rest too. Ughhhhhh…