Crowned love

Episode 1 Unfulfilled hopes

All my life, I wanted to be Miss World. It was my dream and, as a child, I thought that it would save the world. After graduating from management and marketing, I am now able to focus on winning. I come from Chicago, a city of great opportunities, but also a place where drugs and weapons will work. Already, when I was in high school, I saw many of my peers addicted or joining street gangs. My middle-class parents always feared lest I fell into bad company. I'm an only child, so all their attention was always focused on me. There were advantages and disadvantages to it. Sometimes I was bothered by their overprotection, but in retrospect, I understand them. There are times like this and life is not always as colorful as it seems. Learning was easy for me, so I had no problem getting into my dream studies. And it was at the end of my studies that I decided that I would take part in the Miss World election, but my assumptions why I wanted to win were different than for most of the candidates. Most of them just wanted crowns, fame and money. And I wanted to help because I saw how many children and young people needed them. I wanted to show them that they don't have to fight in the streets to achieve something. They can finish school, go to college, make their dreams come true, and skin color or origin has no difference. When my parents found out what my idea was, they were surprised but always supported me. They kept repeating that I would certainly succeed because I am not only beautiful but also intelligent. Before I got into the main competition, I first had to win the Miss Chicago admissions. There was always one question asked why he wanted to win the election, and I kept repeating the same. I want to help. I had the impression that not everyone believed me, they just thought that I was saying this because it is so beautiful that the word help and save the world sounds like that. Almost every second girl recruiting for Miss repeated the same thing. But I knew what I was going to do and I was successful. It was not easy, but I was glad that someone saw my opportunities and appreciated my efforts. I wanted to take this opportunity and give it to others. But now, after a lot of effort and enormous work put into all the competitions and preparations, I have changed my mind. Unfortunately, it's not what I imagined it to be. Yes, my dream came true and I am Miss World, but I will not save the world. On the contrary, I have to do what other people tell me: the organizers and sponsors. How I wanted to help, do something for others did not matter. The spell was broken.

I am left with the crown and obligations that must be fulfilled for a year. I am constantly traveling all over the world: Europe, the USA and Canada. Photos, banquets and all for show count. I met the directors, mayors and announcers of big companies. To everyone, I had to smile a fake smile and make a good face for a bad game. In the end, I said enough. OK, I will be present at all these meetings, but I also want to fulfill my mission, so I decided to talk to one of the main organizers. I want to explain to him that I should also fulfill my promises which I presented at the Miss World contest, i.e. help. Finally, if any of the journalists asked if I had already helped someone who needed it, what would I answer? So far, I have only been seen at official dinners with rich people, not among the townspeople. I asked my agent Anne, who is also a close friend of mine, to arrange a meeting with Michael Smith, one of the decisive people in the Miss World election. I presented my thoughts and conditions to him, but I also made it clear that if nothing changes, I would give up the title and the crown. I paid for a few visits to public schools, kindergartens and community centers. In the end, I believe that something will come of it.

After returning to Chicago from my trips around Europe and Canada, I was again inundated with interviews and public meetings. The weather was getting more and more capricious as it should be in autumn. I have never liked rain or snow. I have always been a supporter of summer, even hot. I felt tired and depressed. Too bad it turned out that I have someone I can call a stalker. In the beginning, when I was told that I had a die-hard fan who sent me huge amounts of letters, emails and flowers, I treated him like everyone else. I didn't care about it, he wasn't the first and not the last. I am aware of my beauty and, in the end, I am Miss World and beauty is of great importance here. But then falsified photos of me and comments began to appear on the web, which clearly said that I was related to someone and that I was planning a wedding. My fan told me by email and when he was not taken seriously, threats began against me and my family. He knew everything about me, even private information that was not publicly available. He sent pictures of me, my mum or dad and described what he would do to them if he did not take him seriously. Then I got a little scared because it was about my family. Of course, I didn't say anything to my parents, I didn't want to worry them. It was enough that they worried about my constant absence at home and traveling to the other end of the world. . This guy was very careful and anonymous. He wanted everything to be on his terms. Recently there have even been some smart phones coming in. I rubbed my tired eyes and looked out the window of my living room in downtown Chicago. I lived in the apartment of one of the churchmen in the city center. I liked living alone and being independent, but at times I was lonely. I hadn't been in any serious relationship in three years and it didn't bother me. I could not complain about the lack of success with men, but I was too focused and busy, first in college and then on winning the competition. When it was time to start a family, I liked children very much and wanted to have at least two, but now I had to focus on the present and get rid of the intimacy.

I decided to call Anna and ask if she managed to find out about this tormentor. She promised me that she would use her contacts and ask what we could do. I reached for the phone and dialed her number, and she answered it almost immediately.

-Hey Amelia, nice to hear you-Anna greeted

-Hey love, how are you? Did you find out anything about this guy? I haven't gotten any message from him for a couple of days, but maybe he has forgiven?

- I'm fine, but I don't have any good news. The only thing I found out is that the guy has an unidentified phone number, untraceable and he sends emails from various places in the city. In a word, he knows what he is doing, he is not so stupid. I believe you should go to the police about this.We cannot ignore him. I'm worried about you, Amelia, she said sadly. I sighed because I knew it was useless. The police will not be able to track him either, since he is protected so well by that, and this is how it will end. He'll accept the report and, as they call it, they'll monitor the case and that's it.

-You know what my attitude to the police is, but industry, because he also threatened my parents and that worried me.

-Maybe you should hire a security guard? You know that someone will know what to do. My friend has security agencies. I'll talk to him and tell him what the case is. We will be recommended by someone experienced. At least that's how I can help you now.

I thought about my parents, about my mission to help others, and concluded that the girl was right. I must take care of my safety and that of my loved ones.

-Okay, let me answer-tell this friend of yours to send someone who knows the case and let's hope that my stalker will finally forgive him.

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