A M E L I A

Applying a layer of my Dior lip gloss in the shade Mauve, my eyes take in the edge of my reflection in the mirror, finally feeling satisfied with the look. The baby blue striped shirt tucked neatly in the black pinstriped pants, accessorised with vintage-style gold domes, a cartier watch and a medallion necklace layered with a delicate chain, are the best choice for the Orbis Summit’s opening day. 

I finish the look with a pair of black stilettos and throw on the matching black pinstriped jacket and my shades, and walk to my bed. My phone and a custom black chanel bag lie on top of it. I settle on the edge of the bed to check some notifications, work mails, updates on the project and some business news, waiting for Aleyna to get the car arranged and text me so I can leave.

It’s not like I’m getting late.

Scrolling down the screen, I check for any news related to the scandal which that asshole caused a few days back, but to my luck, there’s nothing. It’s all gone as if it never existed.

It’s all gone as if it never existed.