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Chapter Eleven

Engfa's Pov

As I was waiting for the next party to arrive, I heard my employees squealing.
By their reactions, I could definitely tell that the CEO is very gorgeous.
The door flew open, and there came the CEO.
I froze in my seat when I saw Charlotte walking inside the room.
Charlotte was my competitor all along.
She was right in front of me.
I thought of every chance I had missed to meet the CEO of the rival company.
If only I wasn't that lazy or denial, then maybe I would have met her long ago.
As I was thinking all of that, she walked towards me.
She was looking at me only, and I could feel those eyes saying many things to me. With each step she took towards me, all those memories came flooding in my mind. She walked right past me, and her hands slowly brushed my arms.
I could tell that it was her by the way my body suddenly felt calm at her touch. I watched her as she took the seat right in front of me. Nudee looked at me confused. Nudee was looking back and forth at me and her.
I didn't know whether she remembered me or not, so I tried to stay professional.
"Engfa Waraha," I introduced myself.

"Charlotte Austin," she introduced herself as well. Then the meeting started. I didn't care about what the meeting was about as I was busy looking at my long lost love. She was paying attention to what was being said, but she would also look at me from time to time. I watched her in amazement.
She had grown up to be the most beautiful woman. I just wanted to go and hug her at this very moment.
At one point, she also didn't care about the meeting and looked at me.
Our eyes met, and I knew that it remembered me. The way her gaze fell upon me, I knew that they were missing me. I prayed with my whole heart that she remembered me.
We exchanged many things through eyes. The fact that I have been competing with her without even realising is just too much for me.

"Ms. Austin and Ms. Waraha," a voice interrupted us. Our attention suddenly went to the person.
"Attention, please," he said.  I wanted to throw him out right from the building.
Like what the fuck, I just met my first love let me admire her in peace bitch.
Nudee tapped my arms, and I looked at what he was saying.

"The met gala this year will be of vintage theme, and since you are the biggest name in this fashion world, I would want you guys to design for the celebrities that will attend this," he said.
"You want both of us to make dresses together ?" Charlotte asked.
I looked at her again.
"No, but in fact, I would want you to compete," he said.

"This gala will prove who the best company is," he said, grinning like a devil. Then he handed us a contract.
It said that

●  It would happen in France
● Both me and her were supposed to go one week earlier.         
●  We can not look at each other's designs
● We had celebrities assigned to us for whom we were supposed to design according to their style.

I signed it quickly so I could spend one week with her. I looked at her, and she was already looking at me. She kind of looked dissatisfied, but she signed.
She questionly looked at me. I was just trying to spend time with her, but why did she look at me like that ?
The meeting finished, and everyone got up to leave.
As She was leaving, I grabbed her hands. She looked at me, and now we were finally together alone. A drop of tear fell from her cheeks.
"All the best, Ms. Waraha," she said, then pulled away.
"You can call me Engfa, just like you used to call me when I was younger. You remember that, right ?" I asked her.
"It doesn't sound professional," she said and went outside.
Why is she all of a sudden, cold towards me. Did I do something wrong.
Is she mad that I left her or something..

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Charlotte's Pov

She has changed. I thought that now we knew each other, we won't compete again, but the way she instantly agreed to the competition made me feel like she looked at me, like her competitor, and nothing else. I was very disappointed when she agreed to the competition because I wanted us to catch up and make designs together, but she chose to be my rival again.
As I walked to my car, I saw a huge poster of her that I must haven't noticed before. She was famous and maybe fame changed her. She was no longer the Engfa I knew.
It didn't feel like Engfa. It only felt like the CEO of my rival company.
We were supposed to leave tomorrow, so I went home to pack up.

As I was packing up my stuff, I got a text. "See you tomorrow," it said, and I knew who it was.
I immediately called, but she hung up the phone. Why did I feel like she was distancing herself. "I'm sorry," I texted, then put my phone on charge.
I took out our picture and looked at it.
"What if she changed ?" I asked myself.
That's my biggest fear. I do not want her to change a bit. I want her to be my sweet, innocent, and kind girlfriend just like before.
Suddenly, my phone rang up. It was her.
I picked it up almost immediately.
"Hey," I said nervously.
"I'm sorry, I was in the bathroom when you called," she apologised.
"Oh, I thought you hung up because you didn't want to talk to me," I said.
"Off course not, I would never hang up on you," she said.
"But, you already did," I said, reminding her about the past.
"Nudee was also there," I added.
"Yes," she said.
"So, you were in touch with Nudee, then why not with me ?" I asked her.
She became speechless, and that's when I realised that I got a little over the line and apologised immediately.
I clearly knew that it was for my sake, but still, she could have at least called me on my birthdays.
I was so broken when I saw others with their girlfriend or boyfriend. All I wanted was to be with her more than anything.
"See you tomorrow, good night Engfa," I said.
"Good night, Charlotte," she said and I hung up the phone before she could see me crying. This was never the way I thought we would meet. This is much different than that. I just cried not even knowing what was I feeling.
I was having mixed emotions.
What if she leaves again ??
What if I am left alone, again ??