Chapter 6

                    Author's P. O. V

   The moment Amy ran out of Mrs Truffaut store, Mrs Truffaut came out of her office meeting Terrance still seating there dazed and confused.

      “ hey!  Where did Amy go to " she asked scornfully.

   “ uhmm....she just went out" Terrance answered.

  “ I asked where? " Mrs Truffaut spat.

  Terrance looked at her surprised and with anger creeping up his face he replied.

  “ to an Audition ma'am, she went for an audition "

  “ and what auditions is that?" Mrs Truffaut asked not quite clear.

 “ its a fashion audition ma'am. Excuse me but I'll like to go now" he said as he stood up. Mrs Truffaut saw him walk out.

   Fashion auditions, isn't it? Mrs Truffaut thought to herself. “I need to let him know about it” she said aloud before walking into her office.

   She needed to let “him" know about it, but who was this “him”?

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    The man was quite aged, but not old yet, probably in his early fifties. There were pictures of his beloved family hanged all over his room  and his precious daughter picture placed on his bedside table as he relaxed on his bed reading a newspaper. He wasn't alone in the house however, his daughter was in too and once in a while he could here music playing out of her room which meant she was busy and didn't want to be disturbed.

    Soon his phone rang and he picked it up to check who the caller was. It was Mrs Truffaut.

 Knowing that she only called when there was something important to say he picked it up

📞 yes, what is it?

📞 it's about Amy.

📞 what about her?

📞 she's going for a fashion contest, the one designed by Ryan Oswald.

     Hearing that, he shot up from the bed.

📞 what!! And you didn't stop her.

📞 I didn't know. Anyways that's your job not mine. I already told you what she's up to.

📞 OK thanks.

📞 bye.

    He hung up. He was surprised and worried. After all he had done she still had the guts to chase her dreams. He had to do something about it before everything goes out of hand.

   He got out from his bed and walked to his daughter room. He could the loud sound of music blaring from her room.

  Without knocking, he opened the door and walked in.

    His daughter, his precious daughter was busy painting and was startled when she heard the door open. Seeing it was her dad, she rolled her eyes.

   “daad..." She drawled “ what did I tell you about walking in without knocking? I could be naked in here!!?" She stressed.

  “ sorry for disobeying you honey, but this is quite important " he apologised.

  Turning of the music she turned to her dad.

 “ what is it?" She asked.

 He cleared his throat. “ I'm sure you must have heard of the fashion contest Ryan is holding? " he asked 

 “ yeah I did. How does that concern me?"

“ honey, I'd like for you to go for that contest"

 “me!!?" She gawped. “ why would they look for someone like me?"

 He leaned forward. “ you're really talented dear, look at you. I met you drawing in your room. You know you can do it. Just use a few designs that you stacked up in your drawer and you are good to go" he explained.

  “ but I'm not really interested in fashion, why should I do it?" She asked staring at her dad.

 “ because I know you can. And besides if you win, that's an added bonus. Remember... I'll be with you every step of the way" he promised.

 She sighed. “OK... Of that's what gonna make you happy, I'll do it" she finally said.

 He smiled. Phase one of his plan complete.

“ you should hurry now the auditions is almost ending... And don't worry about the form, I'll do it online " he said.

  His daughter smiled at her dad. “ thanks dad. Now leave please. I need to get ready" she said, shooing her dad out of her room. 

 Once he was out she closed the door. He smiled again. It was a mischievous one this time around. He wasn't going to make it easy for Amelia. Not ever.

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                        Amelia's P. O. V

   Out of breath, I finally arrived at the location where the auditions were taking place. It was a huge building, really expensive too. Through the directions I found out we were using the ground floor. I dashed in startling a few people who were around there. I saw some people, probably young fashion designers who had already been checked and some of them even brought clothes. I only had my had my design book which I held in my hands.

    Getting to the hall way, I was about turning when I bumped into someone. Due to the impact, my design book removed from my hand and sent my form and design book flying into the air. It landed face open in front of person. 

   “ I'm sorry, I didn't see you" I said as I bent to pick up the books and the form.

  “ I'm sorry too, I didn't look at where I was going either" I heard a voice say.

   I looked up to catch a proper look at the person I bumped into. It was a male. This days I just keep bumping into men. He had a healthy look and he seemed very fit, as if he hit the gym once or twice a week. But this particular man gave a different vibe from Ryan. This one seemed nice. 

   “let me help you with that" he said as he bent down to pick my design book but stopped when he saw my designs.

  “wow,great work. You're really talented" he commended. I smiled, a lot of people say that to me.

    “ thanks sir" I appreciated. I picked up the rest of the papers and stood up. He stood up too.

   “ oh,call me Carl. I really don't like the sir title"

   “oh" I gasped. “then Carl it is then" I put in.

 He chuckled.

   “ your name?" He asked.

  “ my name's Amelia Kurt, Amy for short" I answered.

    Raising his brows as if confused, he looked at me closely.

  “ is everything okay, Carl?" I asked a bit unsure.  “oh nothing's wrong, that's a pretty name. Just wanted to know if you had a sister in the auditions with you"he said.

     Sister!!? Is there someone with the name Kurt here too? I wondered. 

  “ no... I don't have a sister here in the auditions with me" I confirmed, my voice tight.

   He seemed more confused than before but he quickly waved it off. 

  “ never mind, something just crossed my mind that's all. Good luck in there" he said and waved. I waved back and kept walking down the hall. I finally arrived at the audition room and at that instant a lady walked out.

    I probably haven't seen her before but the moment we shared eye contact, I felt a sudden connection with her, kind of eerie and I felt some upturn in my tummy. It seemed as if I've known her for a long time.

 I guess she must have felt it too because she shifted her gaze and spoke up.

   “hey you,why are you staring at me like that? Aren't you supposed to get in?" She asked

  Her voice woke me up from my trance. That voice.... That voice too was familiar but I don't know where I heard it from. I tried remembering but my mind was blank. I don't know but I have a bad feeling about this lady. It's like she's going to be a threat to me something.

   “ I'm sorry.. But I'll go in now" I said,hoping it'll calm her down.

  “whatever,” she hissed as she walked away,I watched her go. I stayed there for a few more moments wondering what the hell happened and why I reacted that way when I saw her.

  Someone came out from the auditions room and saw me standing.

   “ are you part of the people auditioning? " she asked her voice stiff.

  “ ye...ye..yes ma'am " I stammered

  “then come in" she gestured in and walked inside. Holding my design book and form tightly to my chest, I said a quick prayer and took a deep breath before walking in. 

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                    Ryan's P. O. V

    I yawned as the last contestant walked out. It's been a long day and really tiring as well. The contestants who came in especially the last one had really good designs but not the type I was actually look for 

     “ are there no longer any contestants? " I asked the lady beside me.

  “ I don't think there is any sir" she replied. 

“but I'll go check" she said afterwards.

    “ please do " I motioned.

She stood of from the table and started walking out the door when my phone rang. I picked it up. It was my dad. I tried hard not hiss right there so I excused myself and went to a corner in the room, out of earshot.

   Someone walked in but I couldn't see the person because I was backing the stage.

 I took a deep breath before picking up the phone. 

📞 hi Dad.

📞 Ryan, what is this I hear about you holding a fashion contest?

📞 it's for the meantime dad. Once am done I'll come back home.

📞 I disagree. You should be here focusing on the family business and Vivian.

  All the time family, family, family. He never talked about me once.

📞 I said I'll come back. It's just for the meantime. Once my time lapses I'll go back to Florida.

📞 I don't believe you.

    Tightening the grip on my phone, I tried calming myself down. This is why I hate picking up my parents call.

📞 you've never believed me dad. And I honestly don't know how to prove it to you anymore. I have to go now. 

📞 Don't hang up on me you arrogant boy.... I'm your father and I have authority over.....

      That's it. Always controlling. I hung up and sagged against the wall. Why won't he just leave me alone? I'm not a kid anymore. I need to go back,the rest of the judges would probably be waiting for me. I walked back and when I got there, I heard the contestant saying her name.

   “ I'm Amelia Kurt and I'll like to take part in the competition ma'am" she said.

    Kurt!?,  did she have a sister or in the competition. By the way her voice sounds familiar. I walked faster to catch a glimpse of the person.

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                      Amelia's P. O. V

    I was already sited in front of the judges, with my designs and form with me. I noticed one of the chairs was empty and wondered who it was. Probably the person went to ease his or herself.

   The judges asked for my name and I said it. Like the person I met earlier, the judges seemed surprised hearing my name.

   “ do you have a sister in the competitions with you?" The lady who called me in asked. I was already getting confused. Why do they keep asking if I have a sister? 

   “ no ma'am, is there another Kurt in the competitions? " I asked in return.

  “ actually there is, she's actually the last contestant who left before you came in. The lady you saw before you walked in" the lady confirmed.

  That woman!? Have never seen her before. But if she was the contestant I saw before I got in then I admit there's something strange about her. Just don't know what.

   “ no ma'am " I replied shaking my head. 

  “ she's not my sister" I confirmed.

 “OK, if you say so. Lets continue with the auditions " the woman continued.

       I noticed the person occupying the empty seat had already sat down but due to my initial confusion of who the lady that has the same surname as mine I didn't take a proper look at the person.

   “ please submit your form and design to that man sitted over there." One of the judges said.

   “ OK " I took my design book and form and stood up to go and submit it to the person mentioned. I already walked some distance but I stopped dead on my tracks when I finally recognized the person.

    “ yo... You!" I spat in a strangled voice.

 “ you! " he replied, but he was more calm.

  I couldn't believe my eyes. Oh God, why didn't I think of this before? Of course this was his contest, but why was he here.

   This was Ryan Oswald... My worst nightmare!!?