You are a young aspiring designer, your father is one of the heads of Dior. You moved to Paris from Manchester for his job. You have everything you could ever wish for, and more but deep down you wanna work for something that is only yours and in th...
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelt because we are about to land in Manchester," the air hostess announced.
"Home at last," I said under my breath as I gazed out the window and witnessed the view of sparkling city.
The plane landed and the doors opened. We collected our bags and went outside to get our car. The automatic doors slide open and I immediately embraced the cold air.
We got in the car and was received by a familiar face.
The van door opened and I greeted, "Auntie Rose!"
"My gorgeous girl!" She said cheerfully, "and my dear sister."
"Very nice to see you, Rose," my mom replied.
We hopped into the van and the car drove off into the streets of Manchester. The streets were wet yet still busy. The were people walking around, couples holding hands and the restaurants as well as pubs were full of life.
After a long 20 minute drive we arrived at our penthouse in the city center at the top of Deansgate Square's East Tower. This is where I spent most of my teen years and it felt good to be back. And it's funny, I never enjoyed living in the city, but because of my parents job this was the best place to be.
We walked into the lobby and were greeted by our usual doorman. Then we entered the elevator that took us to our floor and opened straight into the apartment.
The decoration was the same. The house was modern and clean. I walked into the living room that had massive floor to ceiling windows, that met the most beautiful hardwood, offering an amazing view of the city.
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"Go see your room," aunt Rose said, "I made sure things were just how you liked them."
I took one of my bags and went upstairs to my bedroom. She wasn't wrong. My room was just as before, but it felt like a hotel without my usual sketches and posters on the walls.
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I open a box that was in the corner to reveal the same sketches and posters. Original ideas that I had composed as a teenager. As much as it was supposed to bring me joy, I felt unsettled and anxious, like I let my young self down.
