The Legacy

Chapter One

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Leora

"And that's how I became a bartender" I looked at the camera recording me. I was sitting there, on the stage, in front of one of the most famous journalists in all Greece, explaining my life. I felt thousands of eyes, listening to my story, while I sat there, nervous all the time.

My hands were sweaty from all the questions and in my mind were only three questions. "How did i end up here?" "Why did i agree on this interview?" "Am i making myself look like a fool right now?"

After the interview i quickly ran to the changing room trying to take my breath. My head was spinning and the anxiety attack was not helping. After good and solid two minutes of looking like a clown in front of the other people in the room, my breathing came back to normal.

I slowly walked in front of the mirror which was placed in the middle of the changing room. I saw my reflection. My hazel green eyes had bangs under them, my lips were a little chapped, my dirty blonde hair was messy from the quick run i made to here because before 1 minute i was on my knees, breathing like i was going to die. My mind was somewhere else and no one even held a hand to help.

I was proud of the woman i've become. I've never had parents. Well i did but that was until they died in a car crash when i was only seven years old and from then my life became hell. At first the parent's rights were given to my aunt. My father's sister. She never liked me or my mother. She always thought my motger was some whore that manipulated my dad in falling in love with her.

One day she left me to one of her friends in the neighbourhood saying she will be back after 2 weeks. But guess what, she never came again. From that day on I was raised by that man and his daughter Aglaia which is now my one and only best friend.

Aglaia was my only friend when we were kids. We met at the kindergarden. I was sitting alone drawing on the ground and she came to ask me if i wanted to play dolls with her.

From that day on she became my best friend. Our parents were friends too. At least her father told me that. After the day I lost my parents and the day my aunt left me with her, she was like my sister and her father was like a second father to me.

We went everywhere together and did everything together. Only the two of us. Her dad bought us matching pajamas. When we were fourteen years old we dyed our hair the same color. And we still do stupid things like that.

After the interview, the show and everything ended I quickly packed my things and left the building. It was four pm which means I had to go and change before work and I need to be really fast.

My favorite cafe was close to the building so I went there to get my favorite drink. White frappe with cream and caramel.

As I walked into the cafe, the smell of cookies and coffee made me relax. I loved coffee with my life and what better combination than cookies with coffee.

I got in the queue and waited my turn. In front of me were an elder man and a woman. Holding hands and smiling at each other as they talked. My heart warmed at the view. I loved to look at couples in love, because I knew that I will never experience it. I was too busy for love.

I waited on the line. The elder couple paid for their order and took a seat at one of the tables next to the widow. It was my turn now.

"Καλώς ήρθατε στο Illys' Café. Τι θα ήθελες;" ("Welcome at Illys' cafe. What would you like?") The cashier said with a smile as I took my time ordering.

After I paid for the coffee I made my way out of the cafe holding the most delicious thing that will fix my day.

As I was about to exit, while I put my purse in my bag, my head met a something hard. Like a wall. Or it was someone. My frappe spilled all over my
and the person's clothes.