Twisted Memories

Chapter One

Sandra Hamilton

"Miss S! Ano bang magandang suotin ng alaga ko sa concert niya sa susunod na buwan?" Stella Villaflor's Road Manager, Alwyn, asked when Stella walked in and sat on the couch.

As usual, she is on her bitchy self and I couldn't help not to roll my eyes.

"Ano ang theme ba ng concert niya, Sir A?" I asked and sat on my executive chair, observing the 'Queen Bee' in front of me.

She was busy flipping through the pages of the Vogue Magazine while her RM was engrossed with her styles for her upcoming concert.

"Sweet and hippie." She surprisingly said.

Himala! She usually wouldn't even dare to answer my question because she was always 'too busy' to talk to.

"Well... Do you have any chosen wardrobe for yourself? I can just go and choose which ones suit yourself best during the event." I suggested.

"Nah." She waved her hand dismissively at me. "Pangit mga damit ko. Gusto ko bago. Yung mga hindi ko pa nasusuot. Shop for me. I will just issue you a cheque."

I raised an eyebrow at her RM who was surprised by her lazy answer.

"Hija! Magastos na masyado! Maybe we can mix and match your closet and give you a new updo and branding na lang?" He said, hoping for her approval but she shook her head.

"I insist. Atsaka ako naman ang magbabayad. Hindi naman siya. What's the fuss?" She snapped and closed the magazine.

Uh-oh, the bitch is at it again.

"As you wish, anak." He sighed in surrender. He turned to me and said, "you heard her, Miss A. Can you just do what she said?"

I sighed too and nodded, "sure thing Sir S. I'll take care of it."

I pressed my intercom for my secretary, Kristine, and called for her inside.

"Yes, Miss A? You called for me?" She said upon entering my office.

"Please get her cheque and come with me to the mall later." I instructed and she did so.

Minutes after, they left the shop and I stretched both of my arms as Kristine sat where she left awhile ago.

"Queen Bee mode on ba, Miss S?" She asked laughing and I exhaled. She roared even more and I giggled too.

"As expected." I said and shifted to my 'bossy' composure. I glanced at our wall clock and told her, "alis tayo ng 11am tapos sa labas na tayo maglunch ha. Tell Hazel and Reese that you are coming with me later."

"Yes, Miss S." She nodded and headed out of my office.

Time flew by fast and we were inside my car on our way to the mall not too far from my shop. Soon, we found ourselves picking out a couple of dresses and blouse and skirt for the star.

I have been a fashion stylist to some stars for some time now. Approximately, two years. Luckily, they love my style and hired me permanently.

And now, one of them has called for my help and who am I to complain? I need to survive.

"Nagugutom na ako, girl. Tara sa foodcourt." I nudged her and we linked arms.

Kristine has been with me since I started having my own shop. She's my dorm mate back in college days and she's my trusted one.

Yun nga lang, she wasn't able to pursue her studies by our junior year because her father lost his job. She decided to stop and let her younger brother finish first.

I insisted paying for her tuition since I already told my parents about it and they know her but she refused. Pagtatrabahuan niya daw ang pang-aral niya.

Thankfully, she accepted my job offer and slowly, she's returning back to college. Pa-unti-unti nga lang muna.

"Ako na oorder sa atin, Sands." She said and stood before I even protested.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled over my Facebook Account when I noticed a movement opposite my direction.

At first, I thought it was just a petty little fight among friends so I dismissed it. Then, a woman, who's about the same age as mine, was at the counter of one of the stores and probably ordering her food, had her tray with her when the group of friends bumped into her.

"Hala, Miss! Sorry!" One of the teenagers apologized guiltily. "Tol, orderan mo ulit si Miss. Pasensya po."

"Next time, wag kayo magharutan dito. This isn't a playground." I heard her hissed at them and walked out.

Her face looked oddly familiar and I thought hard where I have seen her. But a sharp ringing in my ears returned.

"Aah!" I moaned in pain as I held on to my ears.

"Andra!" A familiar voice said to me and I struggled to face him.

"Lee." I whispered an