Maybe It Was

Prologue

My phone, which was on my desk, ringed for the tenth time that morning. And I ignored it for the tenth time. I peeked at my phone and the caller ID was the same for the tenth time. I sighed and decided it would be better to turn on the airplane mode.

The person calling me was my mom. She was probably calling me to ask about my plans for the holidays. What she didn’t understand was that her daughter don’t have holidays.

I have a company to run. A fashion line, a brand, I need to maintain. I was currently preparing to launch a spring/summer collection. Holidays to me meant preparation time. I had to showcase my new collection right after the holidays, so I don’t have time to enjoy the holidays.

“Cynthia, give me the data of the models who auditioned for the showcase.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I nodded at her response and continued on looking through the color scheme for the decoration of the venue for the showcase. Today I have to finish screening the models. Tomorrow I have to visit the venue where the showcase will be held. I grabbed my forehead and sighed at the thought of my pending tasks.

Cynthia is my assistant. She have been working with me for since the establishment of my brand. I like how she works and I consider her as one of the core of my company.

After getting off work, I decided to call back my mom.

“Finally, you decided to call back, Agatha. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since the morning.” She said as soon as she answered the phone. There weren’t even any hellos.

“Sorry, it was hectic earlier I didn’t have the time to chat. What were you going to say anyway?”

“Well, I was going to ask if you were coming home next week for the holidays.”

“Mom, sorry to break it out to you but I can’t go home next week.”

“Oh, why?”

“I have to prepare for my showcase. It will be held after the holidays.”

“Well I know that but maybe you can come home for a day or two to at least rest. I know how busy it can gets.”

My mom will be hosting the holidays so she invited all our close relatives. So I couldn’t asked them to just visit me here.

“I’ll just rest after the showcase.”

“Well, thats sad. I was hoping we’d be complete this holiday. Your uncles, aunties, and cousins will be here, they would surely look for you.”

“Help me explain it to them, mom. I really don’t have time to go there and celebrate. I’ll make it up in Allan’s wedding.”

Allan is one of my cousins and he is getting married next year in February. Hopefully, by then my collection would be sold out or at least some of it would sold so I can have some time to relax.

The day of the showcase came and I was very nervous. I couldn’t help but think that something would go wrong. I kept double checking everything. The show started at exactly 7pm.

The guests were mostly celebrities and influencers. My parents came as well as some of our relatives.

After all the clothes were all showcased, I went up the stage to give a bow and greet the guests. It was followed by loud applause and Cynthia came up the stage to give me a bouquet of flowers. I didn’t know anything about the flowers. Maybe my parents arranged for it to be given to me. I received it with a big smile and thanked Cynthia. I waved at the guests and went down the stage.

As soon as I stepped down, there were people flocking me to congratulate me for the successful show. I thanked every one of them and went backstage. I thanked the models who were also a part of the success of the show. I also told them that I would loved to see them in the after party.

The guests started leaving the venue. Some were heading to the afterparty while some were already heading elsewhere as they have other plans.

On the way to the afterparty, Cynthia was briefing me about what the other guests thought about the show and the likelihood of the clothes being sold out. I looked at the bouquet that was still in my hand. I noticed a small card on it. I picked up the card and there was something written on it.

‘Gorgeous’

It has only on word written on it. However, that one word made me gasped. First, the handwriting was very familiar. Second, there was one particular person who likes to call me that. Lastly, it made my heart skip a beat.