Naomi Madden, a renowned fashion designer, attends an upscale award ceremony celebrating her latest collection. Amidst the glitz and glamour, her past comes crashing back when she locks eyes with Ace, her long-lost ex-boyfriend who vanished six year...
To everything there is a reason and every reason holds a meaning
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"Okay I'm here and I brought food!" Aubrey yells entering my house with what sounds like paper bags.
"Aunt Aubrey." Amara yells getting off her stool and running to Aubrey, who has just walked in.
Aubrey squats and falls onto her knees, opening her arms wide letting Amara throw herself at her.
"Hello my , munchkin, I haven't seen you in so long. How was Italy?"
"It was really nice. And it's was really pretty. You should have been there...Oh yeah, how are you since you know, you said you having problems at your house?"
"Yeah, everything's good now, don't worry I'm doing good."
"Okay."
Aubrey stands up and Amara and her walk into the living room. Aubrey places the food, which is Chinese food on the coffee table and limply sits down onto the bean bag in the corner, across from me.
"So, tell me what happened I didn't drive all the way here just for you not to speak." She says, pulling out a bag of sweets.
The moment I was flying back home, I texted Aubrey telling her about me seeing Ace, and girl told me to let her know as soon as I make it home, so we could talk about this.
So, here she is.
"Aubrey, I just saw him in the crowd. After six years I saw him. I mean never did I think I'd ever see him. Or even at an award ceremony. I honestly don't know what to think," I say. "He even saw Amara and even left after as soon as I sat down. I even saw his family... I even acted like I didn't see them when I took my seat and they were like a table or two away from ours." I continue.
"Damn." She whispers to myself.
"Girl to be honest I don't know what to say about this because, I too can't believe what I am hearing." We sit in silence.
"Did Amara see him or something."
"No. I hope she never meets him." I say.
"Why?"
"Because I told her he died before she was born."
"Naomi."
"What? I don't want to tell her that her father left us. What is she gonna think.? But I'd probably tell her when she's old enough to understand."
"Make sense. I need some wine." She stands and heads to the kitchen.
"Bring me a glass too." I say as she walks past me.
After a bit, she brings me a glass of red wine and I mumble a thank you and she replies with a smile.
