The Memory Weaver and The Billionaire

Chapter Five

Emilia was finally done with the meal she had been eating, wondering where Amelia had gone off to, after looking for her for a while and seeing her sound asleep, she went to continue with arranging the rest of the materials, hoping the cottons wouldn't take time in drying up and she could continue with the sowing.

She took a small stride back to her sowing area after she had covered Amelia, made sure she was lying properly and there was nothing left to do

She took out the book that she kept on the shelf, a book where she wrote down all her clothes preparation and the making process.

It was a small leather book with prints of different material on it.

Flipping through the pages, she read, a sort of way to bring old memories back, writing some things as she went across each page.

She was starting to feel her eyes droop, but she didn't want to sleep.

Sleeping would make her feel she wasn't serious with her life and that she hadn't put enough effort in today's job.

Standing upright to ease the sleepiness she was starting to feel she went out of her house, heading to the backyard forgetting to check the time, though she had nothing to be worried about .

She felt the cool breeze on her skin, closing her eyes and inhaling. She tried to increase the time she was going to need to get to where she had spread the dyed cotton by reducing her pace so she could enjoy the cool air more.

Her mind went back to her life in New York before she had moved here, it was totally different and she had never imagined she was going to live in a place totally different from the bustling city.

She had never thought city life wasn't for her and never imagined moving to Raminaria would cross her mind even when she had started to have dreams about the place, which she had started to have long before her parents died.

It was only after her parents death did she consider moving here, to heal and to start over.

She had loved her life in New York, the outings, family get together, she had loved everything, till her parents had died and she just did not want to relate with anybody anymore.

Her friends had tried reaching her, tried bringing the life back to her, but had given up when they had seen she wasn't ready to let go.

That had eventually strengthened her resolve to move, she loved her friends, didn't blame them for leaving her or moving on with their lives, but she knew she needed to start somewhere else, so she had come here, to Raminaria, the city that had called to her.

Before taking the bold step to go to a land she had never heard of anywhere other than her dream, she had done research, the only thing that had kept her a bit alive those days, but she never found it anywhere.

After the research that wasn't yielding much, the constant dreams, she had finally decided to embark on the journey, besides she had nothing to lose, nobody would be looking for her.

It had taken her days, but her dream had been a map and she had eventually found the place.

She had lived life alone without really associating with anybody even after it had started to become populated.

The first time she had seen Amelia, she had wanted to Ignore her, act like she wasn't visible, but her conscience had not let her. And even after helping her and she wanted to go back to her life of solidarity, Amelia was there, always trying to communicate and eventually she had given up, she had let her in.

One decision she was grateful for, she was certain she wouldn't have made it this far without her and she was sure Amelia had been sent to her by Raminaria.

She finally reached where she had spread the cottons to dry, taking turns to check if they had dried, somewhere in her mind she knew there was no way it would have dried except by some miracle and she was praying for one.

She wanted to be done with Mrs Adelaide cloth that night then start the rest the next day, even if everything weren't dried, she hoped there would be enough for her.

She let out a breath of relief when her hand finally landed on a material that seemed dried, taking her time, she ran her through the body of the cotton confirming that it was indeed dried, she unclipped it, folding it into two, then placing it on her shoulder, stretching her palm once more to check the rest.

She was able to gather three materials, enough for her to sew the cloth. Smiling to herself she headed back to her house, rushing this time, not taking time to feel the breeze on her skin.

She had finished cutting the material the way she was going to use them, and was now sewing the dress, taking her time on them while also trying to be fast

Soon she was done with Mrs Adelaide clothes, surprised that she had actually been able to finish it, she had thought it would have taken her a long of period of time and what she needed to do on the dress was much, she took time checking each trim and each weave, making sure she hadn't skipped any while sewing.

She smiled to herself remembering how she had been so bothered that she wouldn't be able to do it when it wasn't even that much.

She still wasn't feeling sleepy and decided to start with the next dresses she needed to do.

Stopping in between stitches to stretch her legs which were starting to cramp

Mr Wilders’ cloth was taking more time than she had expected and she was contemplating leaving it and continuing later in the day, due to the fact that the sleep which she had been able to wave off before had come back once again, and the effort she was putting to let the sleep go was proofing futile.

She stood up for the tenth time since she had started with the cloth to chase off the sleep, moving a bit to also enable blood flow in her legs.

She stopped, certain she had seen someone behind her, she counted to three before turning around, hoping it would be her imagination, but the person was still there, standing, staring at her.

She was regretting the fact that she had turned off the light and was using the light reflected by the moon to sow. She didn't want light shining off from her room, no reason in particular, just didn't like it.

She inhaled, taking a slow step towards the figure, doing a sign of the cross.

“Jesus Amelia”, “you scared me”.

“That was the plan”, “why are you still awake Ly?”.

“I thought you were deep asleep”, Emilia responded instead, ignoring the question Amelia had asked.

“I was”, “Till I heard sowing”

“Gosh Ly”, "You need to take a break”, Amelia added angrily, dragging Emilia out of the sewing room.