Not Too Late

Chapter 1

A fair warning before you start reading.

It's my first book and I'm not perfect. It might start off as a little boring but I promise it only gets better so please bear with me.

Amaya's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring. I need to get rid of that nuisance, but it's my savior, I would sleep all day if not for it. There was a piece of paper stuck on my cheek. Right, I slept off on my desk again. Its been a really hectic period, with fashion week around the corner, I was busy and nervous as heck.

Who knew even the boss had so much work to do. Maybe it's because I love doing things myself even with the load of employees. I graduated from fashion school three years back, it's always been my dream, right from when i was little, I was so happy that my parents supported that dream.

Being the only child to a rich business tycoon wasn't easy, i was expected to take over my father's business one day, my relatives were so mad when I decided to go to fashion school instead of business but my parents supported me. I'm so lucky to have them. I did go to business school though along with fashion, it was hectic going through both of them but I did bag a degree in both so I'm pretty proud of myself.

I graduated top of my class in my designing course and with dad's help, I got to open my own studio and it has been doing really well. Once we make a name for ourselves at the fashion week, I'm pretty sure we can expand on our own. Fashion week is in 6 months but I decided to start early just because.

I freshened up and dried my hair, letting down my loose curls. I love my curls, inherited it from my mum. I rushed downstairs making my way to the kitchen.

"Good morning, nanny Chen", I hugged the elderly Mexican woman who was like a second mum to me.

"Good morning Mija, how did you sleep?", she asked going on to continue with her chores.

"Very well, nanny", I lied through my teeth.

"You slept on your work desk again, didn't you?", She sighed shaking her head. She knew me so well.

"You know how busy everything is going to get, I'm just trying to prepare beforehand", I tried reasoning with her.

"The fashion week is in 6 months Mija, give yourself a break"

"Yes nanny", she sighed knowing I was just saying that to ease her worries.

"So what delicious recipe will you honour us with today?", I was glad she changed the topic.

"I was thinking about a light breakfast, maybe just some chocolate waffles and bacon with some freshly squeezed orange juice on the side", I loved to cook, I made it a tradition to always cook breakfast every morning. One reason why my parents didn't want me to leave. I was old enough to get my own apartment but dad doesn't agree. I'm not arguing though. I love the company.

"Mmmm, sounds yummy as always, well then I'll leave you to it", with that she left the kitchen leaving me to make breakfast. I was almost done when mum and dad came downstairs.

"Morning mum, morning dad", I greeted them with a smile.

"Morning darling, how was your night", Mum was the first to speak.

"I'll bet it that she slept on her work desk again", dad beat me to it. That sly. With that mum's eyes were on me.

"Amaya Rose Petrakis, what have I told you about the reason you have a bed",

"I know mum, I know, the bed is for sleeping not the desk, I'm sorry, I made your favorite", I placed a plate of waffles and bacon with a glass of orange juice on the side for her.

"Don't think I'll forget the topic just because you bribed me with food young lady", she was already taking the first bite and savouring the taste.

"Of course not mum", I smiled. I placed a plate in front of dad too.

"I'm meant to be angry at you for ratting me out but I'll let it pass because I love you but I'll give you only two", I said collecting his third waffle.

"Hey", he tried to protest. I and my dad are really close. We used to pull pranks on my mum when I was little and she'll end up putting both of us on time out. He's whipped.

"I'll get going, have a lot of work to do", I finished up the waffle and took a gulp of dad's orange juice.

"Get yours", dad was quick to retaliate. I stuck my tongue out at him before running up the stairs to get dressed for work.

776 words😭

That's a good start. First chapter is up. What do you guys think?