1 Stitched in VENGEANCE

Stitched in VENGEANCE

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Looking around, everyone around me was happy. I couldn't blame them . They might not have known much, but from here on after, there was no turning back. At least for me . I had promised, so now I had to fulfill. I sat amidst people that night .So, I mumbled an "excuse me," as I made my way through. Gently, I treaded up the stairs to the podium, locking stares with my professor. I did the formality of shaking hands with the professors seated behind, and then I was handed my first class degree in fashion and design. I was one step ahead of my plans now . So from here on after I had to move fast but quiet if I needed things to move my way.

As the student who had topped the class, I was expected to say a word or two. But unlike all those bright hopeful faces in the crowd , I knew what awaited us in the real world . Low salary ,toxic relationships, dream crushers, and constant sacrifice. "Go into the world and leave your mark," the only words that still ment something. They had been the last words I heard from my mother. As she breathed her last breaths on her death bed, she believed in me as she gave up on herself .Her pale face and blue lips . What had she done to deserve such a dog's death?

After the official ceremony was done, there was an afterparty . "Cheers," the students of the class of 2022 were saying goodbye to each other. In a favorite hangout club right outside Campus ,I joined a couple of friends where Isabella, my best mate through university, was. "Where have you been, Ella ? I haven't seen you . Where did it go after your speech? " she said with a caring look and a glass of champagne between her fingers . Antonio was there, too, having shots with the guys. He was my boyfriend, and God knew I loved him more than life. He had supported me and had been there when I was a mess. "Guys, here is our icon of the day," Izzy told the others at the table that they were seated. "Babe," Anton pulled me in for a kiss, the colone he used. Always put a spell on me. The nostalgia of all the things we did together came flying back. I kissed him back, submitting more than desired in public. I tried to pull back ; he didn't let me ,with his hand tightly wound around my waist.

"Eeew gross you guys," Beth, his little sister, was here for me too. Such a charming soul for an IT expert. Since I had dated her brother for 7 years ,which was an eternity, by the way. We were practically sisters. She had black curls of hair flowing to her cleavage. Her body fitted like a glove in a velvet party dress exposing her curves. Coffee flouriscent brown eyes just like her brother's.

"Let's save the rest for later." I held myself back as I whispered to Antonio caressing his chick with my palm. "Well bitch you need a drink ." Izzy read the room and tried to change the conversation. She dragged me by my right hand to the open bar . "Two mojitos, please," Izzy requested " on the rocks." Izzy had been rejected by her fiance, whom she had been engaged to ever since she was 12. So now she flirted with every decently looking man she met, and I was afraid she was developing a drinking addiction, too. "What a jerk," I thought, looking at my best friend and her auburn hair tied in a ponytail and the sapphire blue dress .Her curves naturally popped out of her attire. She was honestly more beautiful than I could ever be. To think that someone didn't want that specifically her drove me insane. I was lucky that I already had a boyfriend because I could never be able to compete with that. Or thought so, for now.

The barman came up with our drinks, and in one gulp, Izzy threw back hers. She didn't deserve this . I also followed suit to make myself feel less guilty about being in a happy relationship while my friend has just broke up. "Two more, please,"I told the waiter

. In less than two minutes, our refill was here . "Why me ,why ,am I so ugly he can not stand me?"

Izzy was a light head, and so was I .Both of us feeling drousy already after only two drinks. I felt like I could get sick . So I moved out the back, and right after I got out the back door of the club , I threw up. "Fuck my shoes." I had gotten sick on them. "Here, use this."A man handed me his handkerchief. I grabbed it and started off with getting the vomit off my shoes. Then I recalled I didn't know the voice of this person . I turned to confirm who it was or my mojito was strong enough to make me see kind ghosts.

He was still there, though staring at me . He had on a tuxedo very well made. My fashion degree helped with that. I could recognize good seamstership even if my eyes were gouged out, so I did in the lime light. He also had on what looked like an Emprio Armani watch. Yeah, he was screaming rich. "My boyfriend is just inside the bar, so thanks, but I don't need your help," I said respectfully .

Drama wasn't my thing, and Antonio, with his anger issues, could never have taken this lightly . The last time a guy looked at me in a way he didn't like on the streets , a campus police had to break up the fight.

"I am a recruit for a fashion company , one of the biggest moguls in the country and world." VALENTINO FASHION HOUSE ,have you heard of it?"

Fuck, he is a talent recruit agent, and I am a mess right now , i wanted to leave my body. " Without thinking, I tried to hand him the hanky I had used to clean my vomit.

"No, I have more you can keep that," he said camly. "Shit, am sorry?" I apologised . "Sorry for cursing, too." Fuck I was looking ridiculous in front of someone who'd determine my future. "Hey, it's fine . I know you're tipsy," just don't be when you come for the interview on Monday.

He handed me a card. His hands soft and supple like he had never worked manual labour a day in his life. "Call me tomorrow morning with your details," he added as he slid something into the inside of his coat, which was probably his phone. And he turned to leave. But immediately right after his third step.

I held my hair back to save the blow dry volume effect and the extensions that cost a fortune. "Hey, can I help you?". Antonio called out from the corridor. "No, he was just helping," I explained, making sure a fight didn't break out. Antonio was the sweetest man in the world, but his temper got the best of him most times. By the time he made it to where I was ,the gentleman was taking a turn to the right into an alley. He moved with such gentleness it was entertaining and annoying at the same time.