~Chapter 1~
-Amber
"We have someone here for you..." Stewart pops his head into the office door and winks
"Come in girls." I say nodding.
"Hi." A voice whispers.
Arabella Rutter walks in, and like always, she reminds me. Reminds me how long it's been since Nina left Fabian. Almost ten years now. She left when Ara was 3. And Ara looks more like her every day, her eyes, her smile. The only thing that ties her to Fabian is her hair, and the fact that he is her dad.
I think it kills Fabian everyday.
"Wow. Were's-" I question before Mia, Arabella's best friend walks in
"I'm here." She throws her back-pack down and sits in a chair
"Go ahead," I say sarcastically "make yourself at home." I tell her
"Why, thank you, I will." She smiles
Arabella rolls her eyes "here." She plops a notebook down on my desk "I've been working on it all week..."
I'm a fashion designer. I've got my own clothing chain line and comapny . She's like my personal assistant. And she's got what it takes. I flip through the impressive sketch pad. "Go ahead, the fabrics are were they are always..."
That's when Mick walks in
"Back from school already?" Mick asks
"Hey, Soup Man !" Mia fake solutes
"Mia," Arabella warns "Hey, Mick!" She pipes up "we were just showing Amber some designs, were heading in to get Fabrics now!" She points to the curved, glass, sound proof, doors, cover by rich purple curtains with light blue writing across them that says "Forever Young Co.", my company
"You two go, I need to talk Ambs."
Arabella and Mia rush into the Fabric Room on the left of my desk (that's centered in the middle of the room) as if on cue.
"She looks like her. More and more like her, always. More every second." I whisper
"I know. And one day it's gonna make Fabian crack..." Mick sits down
"He won't." I try to sound determined
"Amber, you know I'm right. Everything here reminds him of her. You, me, your company name, the flat, even his own daughter. It's all here." Mick reaches across the desk and puts his and on mine
I knew he was right, we went to school together, to college, I was his ex-wife's old best friend. We made the company name together. They bought the flat below ours together. And Ara. Especially Ara. Not only does she's look like her, they've got the same attitude, the same charming way that everyone falls in love with.
I walk over to the huge window opposite of the Fabric room, look at it and sigh. "Especially Arabella Joy Rutter." I whisper "what turning in your head, Mick?"
"You know what I'm thinking." Mick walks over to me
I look him dead in the eye "You think Fabian should send her to Anubis. Don't you?"