NovelEnglishTWO YEARS LATER.
ASHANTI'S POV.
"Mum, I'm sorry, but your makeup was taking too much tso Ryan and I had to leave first." I cry over the phone and my mother snorts in derision on the other end.
"You children will never givea break!" "See you at the conference hall Ma. Bye bye." I hang up and throw the phone into my purse, letting out a heavy sigh.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs she gets older, her love for make-up grows stronger and that frustrates everyone at home, including my step- father, Michael.
I look through the window and notice that we just arrived at the building premises. The driver drives towards the main entrance of the building and the moment he parks, a guard dressed in a black suit opens the car door forand I step out elegantly with my purse in my left hand. My eyes rake up along the length of the tall building standing beforeand a smile spreads on my face.
I did it! Two years ago, my mother askedwhat I'd love to do since I was free to live my life the way I wanted and I chose to take up fashion and design. With the the help of my mother and Michael and even my uncle, the Alpha of this Pack, I was able to receive the training I needed without my identity being revealed. After my training, My mother and I started a Fashion and Design company called Thread Treasure Creations, normally called TTC which has grown to becthe biggest and most successful fashion and design company in the pack. I'm the Chief Designer of the company while my mother is the CEO. However, only a few key designers who signed iron-clad NDAs in the presence of the Alpha of the Pack, know me.
The rest of the workers and pack members do not know who the nameless and faceless Chief Designer is. There have been speculations about who the person may be and a few people have even claimed to be me, but have been exposed. I work in private with my designers and the only thing the public gets to see fromare my final designs which are always the talk of the town.
These two years have been the best years of my life. I live with a family that lovesto bits and treatswell. I'm doing what I enjoy, what I'm good at doing at my own pace. There's no one to giveorders. There are no slanders or hardships. I'm just living life the way I had always wished, but right now, I feel like all of that is about to end because today is the day I reveal my identity to the public. "This way, Miss." One of the guards I left hwith says he starts leading the way in the building.
"I don't want you to escort me. I'll go by myself." The three guards giveshocked gazes and I give them a curt nod.
"But Ma'am.. we were told to..." "There's no need, Luke. I'll be revealing my identity today anyway. Besides, I have on make-up, people won't recognizejust yet. Letdo this. Please." They all reluctantly nod their heads and step aside, givingway to make my grand entrance into the building.
This will be the first tin two years I'm using this entrance.
Whenever I chere, I would be driven to the underground parking lot where I'd take the private elevator straight to the floor I'm meant to be working at.
My confidence starts dwindling as I walk closer to the revolving door that leads into the clothing store lobby. I don't miss the strange looks I'm getting from passers by and even when I step into the lobby, everyone seems to stop what they are doing and look at me. My knees have won the right to tremble.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI should have gone with mum's idea ofusing the underground parking lot and then the private elevator. The looks I'm getting from these people are scary. I should not have asked the guards to stay behind. "Stop being a wussy!" Lena snaps. "They are looking at you because they want to harm you. Look around. They are all admiring your outfit and maybe the purse you're holding." She points out and I do sself checking out before staring back at the onlookers and indeed, they seem to be admiring me, not glaring at me. It seems they haven't recognizedeither? How could they?
They've never seenphysically. When Alpha Reagan was still on a hot search for me, yohotis were all over the news, but that's pTpV. I'm in sure they've all forgotten about that incident anyway.
With my new found confidence, I wear a very bright smile on my face and head to the clothing section of the lobby to check out sclothes I seeondusplay. My smile widens as I admire my very own designs being gushed at and admired by onlookers and potential buyers.
"Whoever that Chief designer is, she's amazing and I cannot wait for the announcement so I can finally know who she is! A girl harrates to her ET! group of friends and I linger around, pretending to check out a fev clothes just so I can listen to the rest of their conversation. For the first tever, I'm listening to girls praisingand it feels so good.
I cannot wait to finally reveal myself.
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