Chapter 10
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Eleanor's Point Of View~
Taylor stared at me, her jaw dropped with her eyes wide as she was too dazed to speak. Seeing how unfriendly my countenance was, she gulped down the lump in her throat and forced herself to speak, “I've been keeping a close watch on you since I got here. My obsession and determination to see you today led me to do this, ma'am. I know this isn't right but please, do not think that I have some ill intentions against you. I'm only here to fulfill my wish of seeing you and getting to meet you in person.”
A smug smile pulled at my lips and I strolled to get a direction to get my pink fluffy robe before wearing it around my neck.
Grabbing a glass of water on the table, I set my lips on the rim before drinking to my content.
Dropping the cup carefully on the table, I turned back to face Taylor. Sighing, I replied, “I'm sorry but your obsession to see me didn't quite impress me. Instead, it made me see how low you can stoop by barging into my private lounge carelessly just to see me.. this is unacceptable and it's something no fan has ever done before. I am a human, okay and I need my privacy or space like you.” .
Taylor's breath hitched as my words hit her like hard. Seeing how sorry she was made me despise her once more because all I could ever see in her eyes was nothing but evil. Staring at her amber pupil gives me remembrance of how awful and mean she was to me those past years. How she tried to get rid of me and my unborn kids with wolfsbane and how she tormented me and basked in victory at my defeat and pain.
“I'm really sorry… I didn't mean to—”
“Thanks but leave. I have to get some rest.” I said and she pressed her lips before stealing a glance at the paper in her hand.
“Can I please drop this here? I came all the way to give you this. It's a special message I wish to deliver to you. I know you deserve to be angry with me for approaching you this way but please, accept this as a token from my heart.”
She mumbled, and her soft parody of affection made my stomach churn. She might love Raquel because she sees her now as a famous, super elite designer but nothing changes the fact that she tried to kill Raquel in the past. Letting out a deep breath, I took the card from her before placing it on my cabinet.
Shifting my gaze back at her, I muttered, “Go! Now leave..”
She nodded before scurrying out of the room, the sound of her heels became distinct after a while…
Ruffling my hair, I took a look at the card and my eyes went wide when I read between the lines. It was a message indeed. One from Taylor. If I recall, I've been receiving anonymous messages in this format all along. It turns out it was Taylor behind it after all…
She's still eager and longing to work with me… Let's see if those desires will change guilt and the beginning of her worst nightmares.
“Watch your back, Taylor. This might be Raquel but she hasn't healed from those scars you gave her in the past. Even though she's embraced a new identity. Watch as she'll get back at you and make you pay for everything you've done to her. Both you and Killian will plead for mercy but it will be far from you.” I mumbled, staring at myself in the mirror, my face etched with determination.
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The sun ray seeped into the room, illuminating it as it casted a warm glow on the Earth's surface. My phone chimed, piercing the silence. A smile appeared on my face when I saw the caller ID. It was Oceane, one of my workers at my fashion house.
We planned to go on a trip today around Paris. In order to prepare for the Augusta festival at the pavilion, we decided to mark today as our day off from work so we could get some important items at the mall.
The Augusta festival is an annual event celebrating Mrs. Augusta Léo, a renowned icon in her late seventies and one of the wealthiest designers in France. I only get the chance to meet her at such events due to her busy schedule. Despite her age, her designs remain unforgettable, and she has received numerous accolades and awards. I also heard she holds a Guinness World Record for creating one of the longest gowns ever sewn.
When I started having interest in designs, I came across her works and several articles about her. Hearing about her life challenges and how she scaled through them was what gave me the inspiration and determination to be where I am today.
I'm excited because in this particular year's celebration, all of her sons and daughters would be attending as well. I've heard quite a lot about them and I definitely can't wait to see them. They've been abroad for a number of years according to rumors but there were occasions when they came around to visit Mrs Augusta.
“Mom. I'm okay.” Eloisa's voice snapped me out of my daydream. Putting a smile on my face, I leaned towards her to plant a kiss on her forehead. She was already in her uniform with her bag clutched to her shoulder.
It's amazing to see her this early for school preparation. I'm glad her nanny is doing a great job.
“Why don't you want to eat it?” I asked, stroking her hair as I shifted my gaze at the untouched stack of pancakes on her plate. The brownish honey trickled down the pancakes, giving it a garnished look. Eloisa doesn't eat much but she loves eating pancakes.
“I thought you love pancakes, Eloisa,”
“Yes I do but I got tired eating it these days. Maybe it's because I need something different,” She mumbled before pouting her lips.
“I see. Don't worry, I'll get enough waffles since it's your favorite. You won't get tired of eating it right ?”
She nodded before wrapping her arms around me. “ I love you, mom,” she said sweetly.
“I love you too, Eloisa,” I replied and just then, her school bus honked, alerting us of their presence. Eloisa jumped to her feet, excitement flashing on her face as she waved at me.
“I'll be going, mom. Bye!” She said lastly before scurrying out of the room.
After she left, I sat on the chair and ate some of her pancakes since I didn't want it to go to waste.
My phone chimed, and I picked it immediately, knowing it was Oceane.
“Hi Oceane, I'll soon be on my way, okay. Give me some minutes,”
“Okay but I have something else I want to tell you, Raquel….” Oceane revealed, leaving me with curiosity.
“What is it?”
“It's Mr Jacques Grande, the manager of Grande's couture. He is currently at our fashion house and he's asking for you.”
Oceana revealed and I nodded, smiling graciously. When I recalled he was the man wi
th Killian at the event, my heart skipped a beat.
What could he want from me?
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