Chapter 2 Young CEO

Amelia followed the unknown woman who was handling forms to the applicants. She wondered where the woman was taking her too.

"You're also here for the examination form right?" The woman asked. Amelia blinked, wondering why the woman asked her when she knew it already.

"Yes" she replied simply.

"Alright, wishing you all the best. I would really be happy to see you among the students that would be admitted. Salma is admitting a total of two hundred people out of over three thousands people that applied, students who perform excellently would be place on scholarship " Mrs Candice uttered.

Amelia smiled. "Thank you so much ma'am, I will try my best. I've always wanted to be a wedding planner expert, I love being in charge of parties and me being in the kitchen is going to make me be a step closer to my dream" she replied.

"Alright, here is your form. You can always call me if you need any help" Mrs Candice was kind.

Amelia found it difficult to believe that the woman was kind to her. Reason was because she is not so used to people caring for her.

They parted with a smile.

"Where were you?" Irene asked curiously, on seeing Amelia stepping out of the woman's office.

"I went to get my form " Amelia squealed, showing Irene the form.

"Why is it different from mine?" Irene furrowed her brows and collected the form from her.

"How is it different?" Amelia raised her brows.

"See the prints, mine is yellow, yours is pink" Irene pointed out.

"It's all the same thing, maybe they made the forms in different colours, you know" Amelia suggested.

"I don't think so, I've not seen anyone with pink print. It's either yellow or blue" Irene said, truthfully.

"What were you doing in the office?" Irene asked.

"Nothing, just to collect the form" Amelia answered. She noticed Irene's eyes on her form which was different from hers.

Wanting to always please her only friend, Amelia gave out her form for an exchange and Irene gladly exchanged.

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It was a long day for Amelia.

She returned home and met her little sister trying out new dresses. Emily looked stunning in each of the dresses. She could pass by for a queen without even trying.

Amelia stood in a corner, admiring her sister. She always get gifts from her admirers and their mom won't stop buying dresses for Emily. Amelia had to work two jobs per day to be able to buy herself clothes and other basic things she needs as a lady.

Her mom was never there for her but is always there for Emily. When their Dad was alive, he was he everything. When their father was with them, Amelia never lack a thing.

"The red dress is more beautiful, Emily " Amelia clasped her hand together.

"Yeah, as it should. I'm going on a date in the next one hour, I gotta hurry" Emily replied.

"You can use the black silhouette, it would match perfectly" Amelia suggested.

"Thank you...." Emily said, flatly. Her relationship with Amelia wasn't cordial at all. She sees Amelia as just a random person. In some cases, she denies of being Amelia's sister but that didn't make Amelia to stop showing concern for her only sister.

"Emily....." Amelia pouted.

Emily swielved her head and made a why are you calling me look.

"Can I do your make over.....please?" Amelia pleaded.

"Why?" Emily asked in a cynical manner.

"I'm sorry but Theo has ordered a professional stylist to come help me with it. Can I ignore you some other time? I'm busy right now"Emily drew a taut and with that, she walked out on her sister.

"Alright" Amelia clasped her hand tightly and got ready for her evening shift at the coffee shop that is close to her house.

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It wasn't as stressful as the day before because there were no much customers today. She closed early and return home to prepare dinner. While Amelia does all the work at home, Emily does nothing.

"Welcome, Mom" Amelia greeted, while handling the dishes.

"Are you making french onion soup?" Mrs Theodore asked, instead of responding to her greeting.

"Yes Mom" Amelia replied.

"Make it more, you know it's your sister's favorite" Mrs Theodore said.

"Alright, I will do" Amelia replied gladly. She never gets tired of being in the kitchen. If she had the chance, she would be there from morning till night.

She retired to her room after she was done with the kitchen duties. She did her night skin care routine and lay in her bed, already dressed in her night wear.

"You will never get a guy in your life, you will be alone for the rest of your life...ugly duckling, fat pig" Ares words taunted Amelia in sleep.

She sprag up and hugged her pillow tightly but his face kept on appearing in her memory.

His beautiful greeny blue eyes which always bore into her brown eyes in a mean manner. Amelia could swear that she has never seen hate as raw as the way Ares looks at her. He always looked like he wants to devour her. His hairs was black and always spiky.

He is handsome, she won't deny that. But he is a handsome beast!

Amelia placed her hands on her ears and tried to block her thoughts.

"Ares, I hate you!!" She shouted when she couldn't stop thinking of the mean words he said to her.

She cried herself to sleep and couldn't even read for her upcoming examination.

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He swam around in the pool like a merman, his skin looking so ethereal in the bluish pool. He had his head dipped under the water, holding his breath for a few moments before breaking the surface gasping for air. He burst out laughing in breathless excitement.

His name is Ares Weston, the one and only heir of the Weston's.

He gets things within the snap of his fingers, servants are always at his beck to call, he is a guy who doesn't touch what has fallen on the ground. He lacks absolutely nothing and this made him have a very annoying personality.

He has good looks that makes ladies flock around him like flies, asides that, he is the youngest billionaire from NY, everyone always want to associate with him.

He came out of the pool dazzling in all ramifications of handsomeness. A maid handed him his glass of wine.

He took it from the tray and took just a sip. His personal assistant, Ezra was ready to tell him his schedule for the day but he dismissed her.

"Ezra, I will call you when I need you" he had said, calmly.

"Alright" Ezra smiled and walked out. She was hired by Mr Weston to take a close look at his only son and to make sure he knows how things work in the business community.

Ares dropped his glass of wine and picked his phone. He dialed Santos number. Santos was his partner in crime in high school.

"Hey, buddy" Santos said, cheerfully.

"I miss you....I hope you return back to New York soon" Santos said, in a hopeful manner.

"I don't know how long it will take, it might take three to four years, Santos" Ares replied. He took in his bottom lip.

"How is fat pig?" He asked, he rolled his eyeballs.

"I'm guessing she would be finally happy to be free from you hahaha" Santos laughed.

"Answer my question..." Ares demanded.

"Seriously, Ares! Alright, I heard she wants to attend a Culinary school, it suits her right?" Santos asked.

Ares smiled. "Culinary school?" He said, cynically.

"It suits her" Ares added.

"Are you sure?" Santos asked.

Ares dropped the call and strolled to his wardrobe in the room.

He opened one of his bags and a short book fell. He picked the book and wanted to throw it straight away in the trash because he is never the bookworm type but on a second thought, he opened the front page.

"Amelia Theodore's daily life" was customized on the front page.

Ares scratched his head, wondering how he got the book with him.

He was always amused by everything about this fat girl, bullying her, torturing her, including peeking at her diary.

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