I stared at myself one last time in the mirror. I tried to review how I looked tonight.
My hair was tied up high with a few loose strands by the side of my face curled, auburn, perfect. A beautiful sleeveless beige dress hugged my body showing my curves and my tall stature. I was wearing a 6 inches beige closed shoes that made me stand up high. My ears were balancing a pair of dangling diamond earring that sparkled when I move them. Around my right wrist was a silver band holding a 14 carat diamond, Alec's gift.
I opened the box lying at my table and took the necklace that would look perfect with my look for tonight.
After almost ten years of looking at myself everyday no matter what I look like I still could barely recognize the girl on the other side of the mirror staring back at me.
Despite every physical change, the tons of modelling agencies running after her, the hundreds of most sought after bachelors trying to court her all I can still see in this girl on the mirror are hatred, fear and desperation. She is so messed up that I could barely look at her for long.
I used to be Gabriella Conner, the abandoned child, the girl who had no family, the high school jock's bestfriend that everyone hated and despised, the school queen B's arch nemesis, the stupid Chemistry partner of Gray Aldaine.
I was Gabriella Conner, the girl who wears and reuses tee shirts to school. The girl whose brown hair is always damped straight or tied in a messy bun, whose face comprises of 40% opened pores, 30% pimples and 30% freckles.
I was the girl who had this ability of recalling something I have seen at one glance. Whose last gift from her father is a note that messed up her life.
I was nobody.
Now I am Gabriella Elise Anderson Conner, part owner of the Vermillion group of companies. A company Alexander and I established. I am one of the most in demand model of 'Novelty', one of the largest fashion spread in England, and one of the youngest entrepreneurs to be awarded at the international convention of business entrepreneurs at Queen's New York tonight.
I am now somebody, that somebody. Somebody that everyone adores, who can't get out in public without being mobbed by paparazzi and fans, whose single strand of hair have cost millions of dollars when auctioned once for a charity event.
Yes, I am now that girl.
And all the drastic change for one reason.
One fucking messed up reason.
Three small knocks at my door garnered my attention and shifted my thoughts back to reality.
"Come in." I said.
"Gabriella." Said my favourite voice in the world.
I smiled as I ran to him crashing my body into his and burying my face in his chest. He enveloped me in his arms and landed soft kisses in my head. There were no exact words that can explain how much his presence can make me happy.
"Alexander" I gleefully called as I stood back again. "You didn't tell me you'd be back today."
He cocked his brows. "I did call." He argued. "Denise answered, she said you were in a shoot. I told her to tell you. She might have forgotten about it."
I frowned. "I am seriously going to scold that girl one of these days. All she remembers to tell me are my shoot schedules then she forgets everything else."
He chuckled. "She might have a lot of things going on in her head. Just let her be Gabriella." He said as he pulled me in his arms once again. "After all, it's not easy being Gabriella Elise's manager."
