Chapter 9
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Eleanor's Point Of View~
“How did you get in here and who are you?” I asked, getting on my feet with my gray eyes piercing into hers. She knew she wasn't supposed to be In a VIP suit of a celebrity and she knew I'd get suspicious about her yet she tried to act all friendly, wanting me to see how huge of a fan she was to me. Stepping towards her with crossed arms, I gave her a smug look which made her feel a little uneasy and embarrassed.
“Tell me. How did you get here?” I inquired with a sharp tone, and she paused for a moment before searching for some items in her purse, leaving me even more bewildered and curious.
“I am Taylor, ma'am. Taylor Dobrev.” She announced with a sheepish smile, her eyes flashing with excitement as she tried to display an air of camaraderie and longing. I could tell she has been so obsessed about me and what makes it more interesting was the fact that she had no clue about me being Eleanor.
It's all thanks to my ability to move on from the past and embrace a new identity. Being Raquel Charles has been one of the best decisions I've ever made in my entire life.
Eleanor has always been tolerant, kind hearted, loving, naive and stupid but Raquel will never in any way be like Eleanor. She is smart, cocky and ready to fight or attack whoever wrongs her.
Indeed, revenge, they say, is a dish best served cold. With this new found status of mine, I promise to seek revenge against everyone who had wronged me in the past.
Luckily, I crossed paths with those same people who were nothing but thorns on my flesh years ago, seeking delight in my torment and pains. Those same people who betrayed me, hated me, banished me, and framed me for a crime I never committed. Not only that, but they took someone special from me. My child's twin. Eloisa's twin. She's a part of me but I never got a chance to see her after she was born, and I have no clue what she is and how she looks right now. Does she share the same features with me? Does she even know she was a twin? Does she even know she has a mother?
Tears welled up in my eyes but I blinked them back, I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry at my loss.
Taylor brought out an item from her purse and I creased my brows as I directed my gaze at the colored paper in her hand, hinting on what it was.
“Knowing how renowned and busy you are, I know it's impossible for you to have time for someone like me. Besides, we aren't even acquainted but I know you must have heard about me, ri- right?” Taylor stuttered nervously, straightening the already smoothened paper with her long fingers. Glancing at her acrylic nails, I smirked before settling my gaze on her face.
She hasn't changed much. She still looked much like her old self except that she was now more skinnier. The draping emerald gown she wore embraced her curves and those tiny sparkling gemstones on the bust area was the highlight of her outfit. The heavy golden necklace dangling around her neck complimented her outfit but it would have been perfect if they were made of silver. Her red shoes matched perfectly with her red purse but the make-up on her face was heavy and not in any way appropriate for such an outfit.
Overall, I would rate her outfit and fashion sense to be a little above mediocre.
When her question sank in my head, a smirk tugged at my ruby lips. Glancing around, I returned my gaze back at her and scoffed, “Excuse me, but I have no idea who you are. You should be sued for showing up here without my permission.”
“I am Taylor like I said earlier. I am one of your greatest fans and I'm also a designer like you. In Fact, I reached out to you for a business collaboration a few months ago, remember?”
“Me?” I asked sharply with raised brows as I feigned innocence.
“Yes ma'am. I am Taylor Dobrev, the owner of Teez Fashion house. You approved my request to work with you on a project but unfortunately, you ended up rejecting the offer,” Taylor lamented, her face coated with disappointment and desire.
“Sorry but I can't remember who you are. And if you came here because of the fact that I rejected your offer then I'm sorry, nothing can be done about that. Besides, I had a tons of requests from a lot of designers so I had no choice but to reject quite a number of requests,”
I explained, a sardonic grin pulling at the corner of my lips.
Narrowing my gaze at her, I asked in a cold tone. “How did you get here?”
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