“Get ready for tomorrow. The director and his family are coming for a visit.”
I perk my head from my knees that were wrapped with my own arms. The headmistress seemed so serious about what she said. The director is coming to visit. Meaning, we have to clean ourselves and dress best to look presentable enough. Madam Lydia hates it when we don't follow her orders or when we move slow.
“They donated millions in this foundation and they want to visit to see if the children are doing well.” Madam Lydia added as she paced back and forth with grace and elegance. Her black long dress and black office shoes graced the wooden floor as we continued to listen to her intently.
“I want you to follow the same rules whenever a visitor comes: greet them and always keep your smiles on your faces.” She strictly said. “Understood?”
“Yes.”
The children and the few other people the same age as mine responded. I didn't speak. I just nodded. I mentally sighed before looking down the floor.
My toenails are starting to grow again. I should cut them later before bed. The pink and red cuticles on my fingernails are scratched up. Gracie put it on me last last week and Madam Lydia saw it. She wasn't pleased about it at first but she just let me be. Though, she said I shouldn't do it again.
“Do you think they're going to adopt a baby?” Gracie snapped me out of my reverie. I looked at her with a blank expression.
“The director? We already saw him, twice. But this time he's coming back with his family. Maybe they want to adopt a child or something.” She said.
I moved my shoulders up and down to answer. Gracie nodded her head when she got the signal.
Madam Lydia cleared her throat. “Children, go to your rooms. Sister Jen assist them please.” She ordered Sister Jen, who is one of my favourite people here.
The children followed what the headmistress ordered. Sister Jen assisted them. The remaining people inside the room are me, Gracie, other people around my age, two nuns and the headmistress.
“Once the director arrive, you will stay behind the children. The direct is not here to adopt, they just want to check the conditions. And always remember to greet and smile at them. If they feel such hospitality, I know they will continue to choose this foundation as charity.” She explained.
This is the third time the director choose this foundation as their charity and I understand why the headmistress wants it to stay like that. The Lee clan is one of the most famous and richest business tycoon in the continent. I know this because I've seen them on TV and in old magazines too that I kept inside a box under my bed.
“Is that understood?”
“Yes, Madam!”
“Good. Don't disappoint me, ladies. Dismiss.”
Just like that, we all went to our rooms. Each room has four people. In our room we have, me, Gracie, Jules, and Hana. Hana is the youngest while Jules is the oldest. Me and Gracie are both eighteen years old and we've been in the orphanage for 15 years.
I don't remember my childhood but Sister Jen told me that they just found me outside the orphanage when it was raining one night, crying while full of dirt. Other than that, I have no information about my identity or my family. No one even knows my real name.
For fifteen years no one knows my real identity. Nobody ever searched nor claimed me. No wonder why nobody choose to adopt me for the fifteen years of my stay here.
“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” Jules suddenly asked behind me.
I pulled the box from under my bed and dust it off using my bare hands. I put the cover off and started rummaging through the box. There were many randome things inside this box that I've kept: dried flowers, letters, short story books, pens, newspapers, and magazines!
“Going to read those magazines again? Come on, you already read that page by page.” Jules chuckled lightly.
“Don't worry. Maybe she's just going to see her favourite crush.” Gracie chimed in.
“Favourite crush?”
“You know, the son of the director? (Y/N) always look for his photo in the magazines.” Gracie answered with a teasing look on her face. I glared at her before standing up with the magazine in my hands.
“You have a crush on him?!” Jules teased.
I immediately shook my head while they all threw a fit of laughter. Soon, they stopped teasing me because they are already getting ready for bedtime. I found myself lying on my bed—the bottom part of the double deck—turning the pages of the magazine in search of my favourite pictures of him.
Director Lee. Jisu. Olivia. Felix.
Felix Lee.
It's him. My favourite crush.
I have many crushes including the ones I see on TV dramas, cartoon characters too, but Felix Lee is my favourite crush.
I haven't seen him in person yet. Tomorrow, I will. That will be the first time and hopefully not that last time. Because I haven't got any new set of magazines to look for his new pictures to.
I think if I see him in person I will be shy and insecure. I cannot talk. Not that he's going to talk to me. I don't think he will. He's like a star that's hard to reach.
“Hey, (Y/N). You should sleep. We'll be early tomorrow.” Gracie reminded me as she climb to the top deck, her own bed.
I turn the page one more time and there I saw my favourite pictures of him. It's a picture of him posing for a famous clothing brand. There's also a transcript of his interview with them. I've read it so many times that maybe I already memorize it all word by word.
LV.
Louis Vuitton.
Oh…
Lee Velix? Haha!
Even his name sounds expensive that I feel guilty for even thinking of that joke.
I turn the page one more time. It's him and his girlfriend. I read that she's also a model of the same clothing brand. Maybe that's the reason why they know each other and eventually dated. The girl is so pretty. She's like one of the girls that I always see on TV commercials.
They look so good together. Even if I have a crush on him, I still think he deserves her. I wonder what he's like in a relationship?
I let out a deep sigh before closing the magazine and putting it on the table beside my bed. My lamp is the only source of light and it made my eyes ache while reading the magazine a few moments ago.
I yawned and turn off the lamp before making myself comfortable in bed. Tomorrow, I hope I see him. Just a tiny moment of seeing him in real life excites me. Even if I'm not deserving, I want to see him up close and hear his voice for the first time. I hope I will.
