Stormi's pov

I re-tie my apron and checked my hair in the mirror. My braided bun is perfect above my head and the little makeup I put on this morning still looks perfect. I check my uniform and reapplied my deodorant and perfume.

I smile at the heart necklace wrapped around my neck. I remember the perfect little boy that gave me the necklace so many years ago. One would think that I would of taken it off or lost it but I wear it everyday even though it's grown old from many years of being worn.

My mind wonders to him every now and then. I wonder where he's at or what he is doing.

Does he ever think of me?

I smile at myself in the mirror at that thought. Of course he doesn't think of me anymore. I am a forgotten memory from sixteen years ago.

I've changed drastically since he last seen me. I've grown taller, only 5'2 but taller than my 3'1 in first grade. My blue eyes have darkened a shade and my hair is a light brown. My flat chest is now a 38C of annoying lumps. I'm still skinny and I've grown a little rump in my jeans. It's not anywhere near the Kardashians-Jenner clan but it's pretty good. A grapefruit ass.

My lips have also grown into a decent size. I absolutely love my lips. They scream, 'Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me'.

But in reality, I haven't been kissed besides once....in the first grade.

I had plenty of opportunities but none of them could catch my attention long enough. Maybe because I keep reminiscing about that little boy that stolen my heart.

Once in English class, my teacher talked about Greek Mythology and one quote has stuck with me forever.

"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves."

I feel like that was Kaden and I. It's stupid, I know. I know how stupid it is to wait around for someone who has forgotten about you but when I think or feel that way, his promise comes into my mind.

"I promise to be yours forever Princessa." He said so confidently. It had so much promise behind the words.

Again, really stupid to believe a six year old that you'd be his forever and ever.

I remember four years ago, I saw him. I was walking down the street near downtown in New York and I saw him laughing with a few men. I knew it was him because he's the only boy I have ever met that has sapphire royal blue eyes with the deepest dimples on each cheek. Even when he talks, his dimples show.

He was wearing a black suit with gold cufflinks. His hair is the same cut as it was way back then. He's over six foot now, fit and lean. I found it strange he put on sunglasses when it was snowing but then I saw all the 'fan girls' and I knew why.

I rushed across the busy streets of New York, three days before Christmas, I searched for him. I search frantically. After searching the streets and shops for forever, I stood on top of a bench and yelled his name several times. Over and over. And over again. Several hundred times.

But he wasn't around...he left. Or he just ignored me.

He probably thought I was another weird fan bitch yelling his name...

I googled him all over different social medias but came up with nothing until a paper came out a few weeks ago and said that he became one of the richest men in the world. He owns several business, restaurants, casinos, even a bank.

Since then, I have moved to California. Only because I wanted to get far away from my past life as far as I could. I thought about leaving the country but couldn't find it in me to leaving knowing Kaden lived somewhere in one of the fifty states.

If only he could recognize me...but then again he might not like me now.

"Stormi, the party is here. Please come out and serve everyone." Angie, my catering manager said interrupting my thoughts.

I nodded and took one last look in the mirror before heading to the kitchen. I've been working catering for a few weeks now. It pays enough to pay the bills but I still have to work a second job to afford anything for myself.

Whoever is hosting this catering event is extremely picky. I tried to get out of this event after I saw the list of rules but once I saw that they paid triple, I kept my shift.

They wanted black table cloths even though we only do white or baby blue. Rose candles at each table with black napkins. The tables had to be positioned a certain way and had to be ten feet apart from each table so nobody bumps into each other. Several list of foods made a certain way with several different types of expensive alcohol. And, absolutely NO looking at any of them straight in the eyes. We also have to wear ear phones so we don't hear anything that they talk about and my playlist from highschool on my ipod isn't as great as my playlist on my phone.

Looking someone in the eye resulting in termination with no pay for tonight's evening.

Whoever this person is, is pretty popular. They had guards with assault rifles scooping the place out early this morning and they did extensive background checks on all the employees. They pat searched us and checked all our bags we brought along with us. We had to turn off our phones and aren't allowed on them until after we leave for the night.

If you go outside for a break, they watch you and re-search you when you come back in.

I watch through the kitchen window as all the guest start arriving. They all all dressed up nice in tux and expensive dresses. Expensive jewelry and alot of the men have tattoos.

I put the expensive green stuff on the crackers before I put it on my tray. I stick in my air pods and turned on a channel and turn it all the way up.

The other waitresses and I look at each other and smile before we walk out and start to serve.

I'm sure everyone can tell my smile is fake even though they barely see it because I'm looking down to make sure I don't make eye contact or stare at someone.

After an hour of passing out several different appetizers and champagne, I head back into the kitchen for the main courses. The courses very by the name of the table.

Some are steaks, others are salmon, chicken, salads and more.

The girls all got the salad. I definitely wouldn't choose a salad if I was offered a steak but oh well.

I head back into the sitting area and start handing out the food.

On my third trip, a man grabbed ahold of my arm and stopped me from moving.

His grip was hard and his nails are digging into my skin. I stood still and didn't look his way as I knew the rule. I feel his fingers grab my air pod out of my ear.

"What is your name?" He said harshly.

I cleared my throat. "Stormi."

"Last name?"

"Madden. If I did something to offend you, I apologize sir." I said in my most polite voice.

He chuckles. "Look at me."

I slowly lift my eyes off the floor and gaze into his chocolate brown eyes. I didn't study his face or anything else about him beside his eyes even though his eyes are scanning my face.

"What elementary school did you go to?" He asked not blinking once.

Nosey little shit, aren't you?

I swallowed the big gulp of water that came in my mouth and sighed. "Cessna Elementary in Kansas."

He nodded and handed me my headphone back before letting go of my arm. I watched as he sat down and pulled out his phone. I felt my cheeks flush as I practically ran back to the kitchen. I grab the last bit of meals to pass out and couldn't help but looking over to the table where the man asked me about my childhood. I watched as he took out his phone and took a picture.

I quickly snapped my head away and headed towards the kitchen.

After I did dishes and cleaned up the dinner mess, I smiled as I watched the clock struck ten. My ten hours are over and I can finally go home.

I clocked out and thanked my boss for the great night.

"You sure you don't want to stay? They are quite the fun crowd, huh?" Noel said walking in.

I let out a little fake laugh and shook my head. "I am exhausted and I have to go to my second job at six in the morning."

He nodded and wished me a goodnight.

I smiled and grabbed my things. "Have fun with the party house."

I went out the backdoor and rushed to my car. I let out a huge sigh of relief as I started my car and drove to my apartment.

My night is finally over..