Meeting Artemis

Chapter 1~ Ice Cream

Two years later...

I always wondered if my past was ever going to let me love again. It was a thought that was consistently running through my mentality. It was not as if it was not already screwed up in all places, but over the years of torture I have endured, it became worse. Each day I was losing hope to reality, and my soul was drowning in a black hole named depression. It consumed me until I was lost.

Lost forever in them...

That was until I had found an outlet. A hobby that had shown me a little gleam of hope that had still existed. That hobby happened to be fashion. Once I had discovered my sudden interest, I found ways to climb my way out of that black hole.

I am not into fashion for the publicity, but for the new look I tend to create each time I shove a needled through a piece of fabric. A new look, a new you, and another chance to change the appearance you had created for yourself. I was not going to let that chance go to waste.

For five years I have worked my ass off trying to make a living for myself. there were day where I would not eat. Days when I would forget to let my body rest, because I needed to finish the master piece I had started. I had went to a vocational college based on design and I graduated with four years. After that I was on my own, well not exactly.

I met Maria in my second year of college. She was a foreign student at the time and had come from Brazil. I automatically love her brunette hair that cascaded down her back, and the curves that she had on her body. It was as if the Gods had given me the perfect figure to based my designs off of. Maria was perfect in my eyes. Even when she spoke Portuguese to me that I never could understand, I wanted to get to know her. Therefore over time of countless interactions, we had become sisters-not through blood but though love for one another.

We have been inseparable ever since, and I would not have it any other way. So now as I watch her interact with my daughter of two years I could not be happier.

As of right now, I am working on my latest male line for my fashion business at the beach. After my first runway show, several fashionistas wanted to sign with me, and for the first time in my life, I was proud of myself. Over the two years, my business has been booming and growing, but that was not the only thing growing.

After that steamy one night stand in the club with Nick, I had ran away before he could wake up. I had realized that I had lost my virginity in a one night stand and I was disappointed in myself. We were both too drunk to comprehend what had happened and I regretted it.

That is until I realized the little human growing inside me.

A month after my first runway, I noticed that I was constantly vomiting in the morning, and that I was gaining weight, but I paid no mind to it. Although, once I noticed that my period had not come that month, reality hit and I went to my doctor. She had told me that I was expecting and that I was already one month into my pregnancy.

I wanted to tell Nick, but when I went home that day I turned on the T.V. There was Nick in all his glory, striding into his building that he obviously had to own since it was named, Lions' Corp. At that time he was a multibillionaire, and I was a woman just getting her business started. I examined the pros and cons of the situation and the cons had won. I had though he would think I was some slut trying to use him for his money, and wanted nothing to do with me or the baby.

Once I made my decision, I braced through the pregnancy, along with Maria who was always there when I needed her. I was grateful, because she was the only family I had.

Even though I was pregnant, I had not let my business go to failure so I worked and kept up with my health, since I was not only caring for myself anymore. As the ninth month had came, spring had fallen over and on the fourth of April, my beautiful baby girl was born.