Amelia's runway outfit above.

I try not to react and keep doing the catwalk with a straight face. I reach the end of the runway and stand for like three seconds then I turn around walking pass Flora as she catwalks on.

I take a deep breath as I reach backstage and start looking for any of my friends.

"Amelia!" I hear a familia voice call. It's Nicholas Ghesquiere. The creative director of Louis Vuitton womenswear.

"Hi, Nicholas." I hug him.

"Hello, how was your first runway show in seven months? Where you nervous?" He smiles.

"I was but it was great. Thank you for the invite. I really needed to come here." I say in a grateful tone.

He laughs nervously. "Well, as much as I would love to say I invited you, I didn't. Your invite came right from the top. The senior board of directors requested for you."

My eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, wow."

"I know. You are one of a kind ,really."

"Thanks." I giggle.

Nicholas nods, smiling then walks away as we are called to all go back on the runway.

After that, I went straight to my friends and start telling them what happened but Natasha cuts me off. "Isn't that him?"

I turn my head to the side and I see Adam, standing and looking directly at me. He is wearing a black business attire as usual but with a jacket this time.

My eyes are widened in surprise. How did he get backstage access? I know that he is Adam Black but still! This is crazy.

"Go!" Daniella pushes me and I awkwardly walk up to him.

"Hi." I say as I stand in front of him.

Our eyes meet and my body melts from the inside. He is so beautiful. His black scruff is a bit thicker than it usually is. His hair is in a nice pompadour which really defines the structure of his face.

"Hey." He grumbles. His face shows no emotion as usual but I can tell that he is not in a good mood.

"What are you doing here?" I ask in my normal voice.

"I was invited."

"Oh." I mumble, feeling a little disappointed that he didn't come for me. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Nicholas is very talented." Is his reply.

"Yes, he is." I agree.

He looks around then looks back at me. "Are you ready to go?"

"Go where?" I ask with a slight frown.

"To the hotel."

What?

"Together?" I ask and he nods.

"Um....okay."

This is awkward. I've been longing to see him but I didn't expect it to be this way. He's acting so distant. Like we're strangers.

I excuse myself and go over to say goodbye to my friends and change my clothes.

"Let's go." I tell Adam and he nods.

As we step out, we're met by some bodyguards then lots of paparazzi. Some are speaking Korean and some English.

There are so many so I duck my head down and start walking faster. I hate the paparazzi. They make me feel so uncomfortable.

I suddenly feel someone grasp my hand and I gasp then sigh in relief when I see that it's just Cooper.

When we finally reach the car, Adam opens the door for me then goes over to the other side.

"Are you hungry?" He asks as he comes into the car and I shake my head.

The car becomes silent. Adam is doing something on his laptop and I'm just sitting there beside him.

I don't know what is going on. He appeared at my work place and asked me to come with him.

And just like the idiot I am, I followed him. He just do whatever he wants and I let him. I can't think straight around him and I hate that. He makes me so nervous.

I can feel myself pouting because I'm annoyed with myself and the person sitting next to me.

Like, what it going on?

My husband is coming from God knows where and now he wants to take me with him? Is that it? Fuck!

It's been five months and I still can't believe that Adam Black is my husband. Crazy right?

****

"This isn't the hotel I'm staying." I frown when Adam helps me out of the limo. I'm so exhausted.

"I know." He says then we start walk into the hotel with our hands locked together. We go directly to the elevator.

He presses a floor and the lift goes up. We arrive at the floor and he leads me to a room. He presses the key to the door and it opens.

We go into a nice suite and he starts taking off his jacket. "I'm going to order room service, are you sure you don't want anything?" He asks.

"I said I don't!" I snap.

He raises his eyebrows. "What is wrong with you? You seem to be in a bad mood."

"What's wrong with me? Really? We haven't seen each other in a month then you suddenly appear at my job because you were 'invited' and then start acting like nothing happened!" I exclaim.

He frowns. "If I knew it was going to upset you, I wouldn't have gone."

"Did you know I was going to be there?"

"Of course."

Who am I kidding? He knew what flight I was getting on to come here. He knows everything.

"I'm not upset because you were at the show." I speak.

"Then why are you upset?" He asks calmly but not really. I can tell he's angry. He brows are drawn together and the look in his eyes is too dark.

He gets mad easily. I can't deal with this.

"You know what? I'm leaving." I announce.

"No, you're not." He says simply and sits on the couch.

Oh! I sure as hell am.

"I am."

He sighs. "Where are you going?"

"The hotel the other models are staying. I have no reason to be here." I answer.

"Yes, you do. We're married."

Is he fucking serious? Is that his excuse?

I quirk an eyebrow and cross my arms over my chest. "So?"

"That's what married people do, they spend time together."

I feel my blood pressure rise higher. "Yeah and that's exactly what we've been doing for the past four weeks!" I yell.

"Can you just tell me why you're so angry right now?" He asks softly and I almost give in.

"No!" I yell and start crying.

"Oh fuck" I hear him whisper. "What did I do now, Amelia?" He asks in a confused tone.

Again, I almost feel bad for him. This, the marriage is all new to the both of us. We're both confused with each other and don't know what to do. We were thrown into the situation by certain events not because we chose or wanted to. We weren't ready for it and it came.

"Everything! I know that you were angry that I went to see Jamie but that doesn't mean that you should ignore me for a month!"

"What do you want then? A fucking apology?" He raises his voice in anger, glaring at me.

"No, I- Gosh! Fuck you!" I yell then go into the bathroom and shut the door.

I sit on the closed toilet seat and start crying my heart out. Adam frustrates me so much.

He is so fucking confusing. One minute, he's nice and the next, he is mean and cold towards me. He is my husband for God sake!

My husband.

When we were young, Emily, Nicole and I always sat down and imagined how our future husband were going to be, how we would love them unconditionally and how they would love us back and treat us like princesses.

I barely know Adam. In fact, I don't know him at all. The only thing I know about him is his age and the fact that he has a sweet tooth.

To be honest, I never even thought that I would want to know him or want anything to do with be him but ugh! Every time, he shows me a good side of him, I feel the need to get to know him. I want to know who he is not just for my sake but for the sake of our marriage.

I'm going to start by apologizing and try to be the bigger person.

I sigh then go over to the sink to fix my face. I still have makeup from the fashion show so I just fix it a little then walk out the door.

"We need to talk." I speak as I enter the living room. Adam is sitting on the couch, watching a news channel with no expression in his face.

"There's nothing to talk about." He says with his eyes locked on the TV screen.

"Yes, there is, you were gone for almost a month without any explanation." I reply.

"I don't owe you any explanation. This marriage is not a real one, incase you've forgotten." He says in a cold hard tone, making me to clench my fists.

He is being mean and unemotional. I hate that.

"I haven't." I answer.

"Good."

"Adam, I don't like it when we fight. I made you so upset that you had to leave your house for over a month. I really feel bad about that. That's why I wanted to talk."

He sighs then turns off the TV and faces me. "By now, you should know I that hate these 'talks', Amelia. I hate talking when it's not necessary, it makes me uncomfortable."

I cross my arms over my chest. "You're a businessman. I'm sure you do lots of talking everyday."

"That's just business and I'm used to it. I hate intimate conversations."

"I'm sorry about that but there are things that need to be discussed between us." I persist.

"What things? He asks, giving me a glare that shows that he's clearly annoyed.

"I think we should try to get to know each other. It will make us more comfortable around each other."

"If that's what you want." He gives in.

"It is."

I wait for him to say something else but he doesn't. I take a deep breath and join him on the couch.

"Alright, I'll start." I declare. "My middle name is Rose. I like reading and creating new things. I love sunny days and flower fields. My favourite musician is Rihanna. I love dancing to all kinds of music. I also love cooking and making other people happy. There are a few things that I honestly dislike in this life. I can't, literally can't stand fake people and-"

"Your middle name is Roselyn." Adam interrupts.

"Yes but," then I pause in realisation, "wait, how did you know what my middle name is?"

Adam just shrugs and I give him a skeptical look. "Tell me." I demand.

Amelia Roselyn Smith is my full name but I don't know when I started using the name 'Rose' instead of Roselyn. I've always hated my middle name (not just Roselyn but Rose as well), I don't know why.

"I'm going to bed." He stands up then looks at me. "We will be flying to Miami tomorrow."

"Miami?"

Aren't we going back to Bluefall?

"Yeah, I have a meeting there so I'm taking you with me." He says then starts walking away.

I stare at him in shock as he disappears into the hallway.

"Sure, I'd love to go. Thanks for asking." I call out sarcastically and I hear the loud sound of the door shutting.

What an ass!

I spend the next twenty minutes texting with my model friends in our group chat then I reply some other messages.

I'm so exhausted and really sleepy so I just drift off on the couch.

****

"What do your friends call you?" The cute nine year old Adam asked.

"Amelia Roselyn Smith is my name in school." Amelia replied with a smile.

They met a year ago but hadn't seen each other since then. Adam came home for his vacation and wanted to see her so he told his dad that he wanted to come to the Smiths' mansion.

"Roselyn. Like a rose?" He smiled.

"Yeah." Amelia giggled.

"Amelia Rose." Adam tested and she giggled again. "I like it!"

Elle Smith joined them in the garden, looking elegant. Amelia spoke about Adam last year but then she quickly forgot about him. Adam however hadn't forgotten, he was old enough to remember a lot of things.

"Mummy, mummy! My name is Rose." Amelia rushed to her mother and gave her a hug.

Elle picked her up and fixed her hair. "Your name is Amelia." She told her daughter with a smile.

"But my friend said it's Rose."

"I didn't say that." Adam spoke.

"And what's your friends name?" Elle says with laughter in her eyes. She found it hilarious that Amelia didn't know Adam's name.

"I don't know, he won't tell me." Amelia said in her baby voice.

"Why?" Elle asked Adam with a smile.

"We're playing a guessing game." Adam replied.

Amelia looked at him. "Is it Edward? Daddy's name is Edward."

"That's Liam's name too." Adam said.

"Is it Mickey?" She grinned.

"Time to go little man." Wesley appeared in the garden.

Adam looked at him. "No."

"But your mother said-"

"I don't care what she said, Wesley. I'm not going back to that house." Adam yelled.

"She figured you would say that so she has your things ready. We're going back to London. We need to get to the airport." Wesley told him.

Adam looked at his feet and was silent for a while. "Alright."

He walked to Elle and gave her a hug. "Bye, Aunty Elle."

Elle hugged him back and kissed his forehead. "Amelia and I will walk you to the car, sweetie."

Adam was sad throughout the walk to his Rolls Royce but Amelia hardly knew what was going on.

Wesley opened the door for him and he stood there with a sad expression on his face.

"Can I come with you?" Amelia asked as she realised that he was going.

He looked at her. "I'm sorry, you can't."

"Why not?" She frowned.

Adam looked at Elle, hoping she would help him explain.

"He's going back to London." Elle told Amelia.

"Why?"

"I have to. I'm sorry, Amelia." Adam hugged her.

"Is your name Goofy?"

He laughed against her. "I will tell you my name when I come back."

"Nooo, tell me now." Amelia cried.

"But that's cheating. It's a game, remember?"

Amelia bust into tears and Adam's eyes widen. "Mummy, I want go with-"

I woke up crying and I feel someone lightly shaking me. "Adam." I whisper.

I sit up and wrap my arms around him and he instantly hugged me back. I don't know why but I started crying again.

"Hey, It's just a dream." He says softly then starts stroking my hair. "It's not real."

"It is." I tell him and hold on to him tighter.

This is the second time I'm having a dream with the same little boy. Even though, it wasn't specified, I'm smart enough to know who that boy is. It's Adam but I'm so confused.

Was that a memory?

Is it possible to dream of memories?

But how come I forgot about him? I don't want to embarrass myself by asking Adam about it because I'm not sure whether my dreams are real or not so I inhale his delicious scent and close my eyes.

"Amelia and I will walk you to your car, sweetie." My mum's voice rings in my head and I remember how she was smiling in the dream.

Maybe she was the main reason of the dream. I haven't seen her in a while and seeing her in that dream is making me realise how much I miss her.

"I miss my mum." I sob. "I miss her so much."

"We'll go back to Bluefall tomorrow. I will cancel Miami." Adam says without hesitation so I pull away from the hug to look at him. "Really?"

"Of course." He wipes my tears.

"My dad cut me off." I grumbled. "He froze my credit card and took all the cars that he bought for me."

"Why?"

"He asked me to meet him to talk about my relationship with my mum because she and I haven't had a good relationship since the wedding. I felt like she betrayed me by keeping the marriage deal from me." I explain but Adam doesn't say anything so I continue.

I tell him everything that happened the day I met dad for dinner and how he ended up having my card frozen.

As always, Adam's face gave nothing. He just listened as I spoke.

"But you still have the card that I gave you." He finally speaks.

I look down and shake my head. "I'm sorry but I can't find it, Adam."

The problem with having to many purses.

He frowns. "You can't find it?"

"Yes, I'm really sorry." I say softly.

He shakes his head. "No need to apologise. I'll have another one made for you."

I feel butterflies in my stomach. I totally wasn't expecting him to say that.

I give a graceful smile. "No, you don't have to. I have another account and now I'm going to be working so hard. I have money from my modelling and endorsement deals and I made more with this show."

"I will." He says, still talking about the card.

"No."

He sighs then fishes out his wallet from his pocket. He opens it then pulls out a credit card. "Take mine then."

My eyes widen and I laugh. "As much as I would love to have a billionaire's card in my purse, I can't take this."

"Amelia." He insists in a gentle voice. I love it when he says my name. God!

"Adam, I've been living under my parents' wings for so long, it's time for me to fly by myself." I say playfully but I mean every word.

"If that's you want but if you want anything, don't hesitate to come and tell me. What is mine is yours." He says and a huge grin grows on my face.

Not knowing what to do next, I move closer and hug him again. "Thank you. For everything." I whisper.

I hear him take a deep breath then he wraps his arms around me too and trust me when I say, being in his arms is a good feeling.

****

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