Fixing Us [MinSul] (BY #2)

Chapter 28: Client

[SK'S POV]

I went back to my house after the meeting Allyson for the first time.

As SK.

I really can't remember the real me, three years ago.

I parked my car in the garage and went inside my house. I ran into my room and had a quick bath.

While I was looking for my pajamas, I saw an album hidden between my clothes.

I dressed up first before I sat on my bed and flipped the album open.

It was me, Allyson and Azusa were in the picture.

Then the rest were baby pictures of me. I was feeling amused when someone rang the doorbell.

I got up of bed and checked if who's in front.

The mailman was outside. He gave a mail to me and dashed away.

I immediately went inside the house and read the letter.

Kiera,

How are you? It's been a long time. I'm sorry but, wait for me.

It was just a very short letter with no signs to whom it came from.

I just put it in my drawer and went to sleep.

~*~

"Kiera.."

Who is that?

I followed the voice and ended up in front of a black door.

I clicked it open and I found myself in a grand room. It was filled with glimmering lights and chandeliers.

All of the people were wearing ballgowns and tuxedos.

I walked thought the crowd and popped in the center of the room.

Everyone was staring at me.

No.

It's not me who were they're staring at. It's that couple in the center of the ballroom.

A girl with a long, black hair curled up and a guy in a white tuxedo is what the crowd were staring at.

The guy has his back turned against me. While I could only see the girl's eyes.

They were dancing so close. I can really feel that they love each other.

Then everything else around me was fading away.

They were all turning into mist.

"Kiera, let's talk."

A male's voice suddenly keeps playing in my head.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

~*~

I immediately got up from bed. I turned my head to the clock.

3:27 am.

Ugh. It's one of those dreams again. It just keeps coming and becoming more frequent these past few days since the wedding planning started.

I just got up and went to the kitchen and drank some cold milk.

***

I have an appointment with a client today. JD told me that he is a VIP.

He didn't tell me the other details but, I'll still go.

I put on some light make up and hopped inside my car.

*kring kring*

I picked up my phone and answered it as I was buckling my seatbelt.

"Kiera?"

"Oh hey, JD. What's up?"

"Your client here is waiting. Meetings' at my restaurant. Hurry."

Then he hang up. Geez. Life has been very busy since I became a well-known organizer.

Celebrities from around the world would just ring their cellphones and call me up for an appointment.

***

I arrived 15 mins late. Great.

I jumped out of my car and rushed inside the restaurant. I saw JD waving at me from the table.

I walked towards him and sat on the empty seat.

"So, where's my client?" I asked him as I ordered orange juice.

"Restroom." He thriftily answered me and started drinking his parfait.

"He's an old friend of mine, to be exact." An old friend?

I don't remember JD having any other friends than us.

"By the way, how was the wedding?" He asked,

"It went well, actually." Then he just nodded and went back drinking his parfait.

"One orange juice." The waiter gave me my order and walked back to the kitchen.

"Allyson texted me that you showed up to her." I stopped.

"Well, yeah it was tough. I don't know how to act in front of her. Because I can't even remember the person I used to be." I said while looking down at my lap.

"Well then, what was her reaction?" He asked me while still looking at his half empty parfait.

"Confused, I think? But the only visible emotion was pain." JD sighed and looked at me.

"Just look at this parfait. This could be your personality, you.." He pointed at me and showed me his almost empty parfait.

"..need to find something that could remind you of you. It may be hard to find the same ingredients that the older parfait has. But, try looking a bit harder." He smiled blankly.

"And don't even look. Just feel it, Kiera.."

I don't know why I always feel so uneasy when someone says my name Kiera instead of SK.

Maybe that is part of my past.

A part of my past that is still missing. Maybe one of the ways is going back to my favorite old places.

But where?

How?

When I can't even remember a single detail of my personality.

The me I used to be.

"How?" I asked him with my voice going to break down.

"Let's start with him." He said and pointed at a very tall guy.

He is wearing a white shirt underneath his black coat. He has his jeans on with some sneakers on. His sunglasses is covering up his eyes but I can see that he looks.. okay. A street look.

"Good afternoon." I said and I handed out my hand to him.

He stopped for a second and smirked. He took off his sunglasses and took my hand.

"Good afternoon, Ms. SK?" I nodded and smiled at him.

"So, SK, this Jan Aaron Park. An old friend of mine."

A tear escaped my eye.

What is happening to me? I immediately wiped it and hoped that they didn't see it.

To be continued..