Veronica Point of view
After seeing those blazing eyes;
That is the last time I saw Elijah. He never returned to my job, and I never had any customers because I always declined. That has been my routine for an extended period of time. Whenever a client requests that they make a reservation, I always state that I am sick. Unpaid was not a financial strain for me since I had previously saved a significant amount of money.
Until my boss had had enough of me. She opted to let me go three months after I quit working. I escaped that island with my heinous history. However, the good thing about that aspect of my work is that nothing record or information about me is left behind. 204 also departed that place when I demanded to my manager that I take her with me.
A year passed that I never saw Elijah again. I could see no trace of him. It felt as if he were a wind that blew across my existence. I have no regrets about everything that has occurred to me, because the day I arrived on that island, Elijah's face marked me.
Nevertheless, I am clear that destiny is not for me since, regardless of how much Elijah desires me, I am unable to meet him because he is in heaven and I am in the mud.
One of the reasons why I stopped working was because I had saved enough money. I already have a large sum of money in my bank account, which I believe is sufficient for my daily needs. To be honest, I can't deny that I get anxious every time I leave the home, which is why I always leave the house disguised in dread of encountering the men, who has been my client.
Once again, it was night, and I did not leave the home when the sun was still up. I rose up as my stomach growled. I've already worn my black mask and hat in preparation for today's dinner at the restaurant. Suddenly, I had an appetite for the steak.
As soon as I stepped out of the home I owned, I was greeted by the harsh and smoky scent of the wind, as the property I bought was next to a road.
I had no difficulty finding a cab. I didn't buy a vehicle since I was unable to drive. It would have been easier for me to avoid any problems in the event that I wanted to take a driving lesson. However, the thought occurred to me, "What if my past client became the one to teach me?"
My life is whirling in terror, and I'm not certain when I'll be free of it. I want to love a man who I am confident will love me back, but what if he refuses to accept my past? I feel as though every time I am taking a bath, I am a dirty woman who doesn’t deserve anyone.
"Miss!"
I sprang to my feet in response to the loud yell from front of me. I regarded the driver with an annoyed expression as he fixed his gaze on my breast. I gulped many times before tremblingly withdrawing the money from my bag and fleeing from his car.
I touched my chest and my heart because such looks are not new to me. I'm now dressed decently. I was simply wearing a jacket, suit trousers, and rubber shoes, so I'm not sure why people continue to regard me in that way. Moreover, I discarded my sexy clothing in order to ensure that no trace of yesterday's intricacy remained in my mind.
I heard the privileged people's loud murmurs as they had him-her dates. This restaurant is very luxurious. This site is only accessible to those who have made a reservation. As for me, I waited many months to get a booking.
"Miss, Veron." I was approached by a waitress. Veron is the name I choose since I don't want my real name to be known.
"Yes."
"Please, this way."
My chosen spot was a room with little visibility of my face. She ushered me into a tiny area with just a two-person table. I glanced behind me and saw that no one had placed a reservation there yet, and the room in front of me was also still vacant. This room has a glass wall, which allows me to view into the rooms next to mine.
"Kindly wait, Miss Veron while your food is being prepared." The waitress hailed me with a smile, bowed, and then walked away. I just nodded and sat silently.
I flipped through the photographs on my camera roll and opened my fake Facebook account, which masked my true face and identity. I returned my gaze to the search bar.
Elijah Montez.
Elijah Santiago.
Elijah Ramey.
And so on for additional surnames I add to Elijah's name in terms of finding his Facebook account. Even just on Facebook, I would like to see him again...
My door opened again and a waitress with a trolley entered.
"I appreciate your patience, Miss Veron." She had already set the meal on the table in front of me.
I removed the mask off my face and was about to eat the aromatic steak when she disappeared.
However, before I could do so, the door in front of me opened, revealing the unoccupied table.
Two people arrived while kissing, and the man's hand crawled up the woman's dress. I was ready to clear my throat to alert them to the fact that there is someone seeing them but...
I noticed the man's eye in front of me.
*clang*
My jaw dropped, and with it, the fork in my hand.
Perhaps as a result of the noise I produced, they came to a halt and turned to face me.
While my eyes widened, Elijah just gawked at me with boredom in his eyes.