Chapter One!

"Go away, there're no leftovers here!" A tall lanky man in an expensive suit barked.

He was turning away a wretched looking lady in annoyance at the very entrance of a sparkling restaurant.

Her look was horrifying and he couldn't help but look disgusted. Everything about the woman who stood right before him screamed poverty.

What in Hermes' name was she thinking to coming there?

He couldn't blame her though, she looked very helpless. Hopeless and hungry too.

But no! This wasn't the right place to come begging.

The lady smiled at the very thought of her miserable life. The man who seemed very much 'The Manager' had misinterpreted her intentions completely.

She was indeed looking homeless, apparently, she was. There wasn't to be a 'do not judge a book by its cover' as her 'cover' was exactly her 'book'.

"Pardon me sir, i'm not here for leftovers but to apply for the vacancy as a....." She stated calmly but was rudely interrupted.

"We wouldn't want to hire dirty looking aged ladies like you." There came the statement, hurting like daggers stuck behind one's back.

She was disappointed, not at the man but at her very self. She didn't even realize when a lone tear rolled down her eyes till she felt it on her cheeks.

She was suffering. Mentally, Emotionally and Physically. She looked like one in dire need of a therapist.

Just within the spaces of a year for as long as her feeble mind could remember, she had wrinkling aged.

Her determination to survive in the slums with having no exact idea of who she really was, was quite surprising.

She had involved in an accident, her memories were gone and she had been rendered vulnerably useless.

A few flashes of recalls without no exact meaning whatsoever, gave her the slightest hint of having lived in wealth.

But what had happened?

"Please leave!" The manager hissed and turned her away.

Wiping the tears off with the back of her paled bare hands, she sniffled and braced herself to leave with the manager's steady gaze on her.

Just as she turned to take her leave, an expensive 'Bugatti Veyron' stopped it's tracks right at her front.

Swiftly, a flash came into place with an ache that was almost unbearable to show that she had owned and had ridden in several expensive cars like the one before her.

How then, wasn't she able to recall where she came from, who her family were and her very own name?

"Welcome, Mr. Frederick! Welcome, Madam!" The restaurant manager shoving her aside, lowered his gaze and greeted with a proud beam at the alighting figures.

"This way please!" Gesticulating with professionalism, the manager led the way as two figures followed him behind, majestically. And another two, protectively.

The lady stiffened almost immediately when she raised her head to stare at the guests.

The masculine face her eyes darted upon was the very one that showed up almost every moment she tried recalling a thing or two.

Fredrick, wasn't that his name?

If she could remember well enough, she had seen herself calling out his name as he stood with his face devoid of emotion.

She was sure. It was him!

It was the face whose mouth had whispered out the name 'Amelia' in another flash and she was left wondering who he and Amelia were.

"This restaurant is magnificent." The female figure who walked beside the male's, had her left arm tightly wrapped around his right's and stated soo proudly.

Everything about her spoke of elegance, charisma, wealth and power.

"Pardons!" In a bid to leave, the haggard looking lady had bumped her shoulder against the man's chest and had caused him to stop angrily at his tracks as he muttered out some inaudible words.

"Amelia?" Fredrick, his facial expression of shock and disbelief, called out in a whisper the very moment his eyes met hers.

It was him! The voice and the way he called out the name was not unrecognizable.

But, who was Amelia?

"No, it can't be! She's dead!" The man's date freed her hand and whispered out in disbelief, deep scorn settling at the end of her voice.

"You must have me mistaken for someone else." She laid out, making to walk out when Fredrick caught her at the wrist; holding her in place.

"It's you, my eyes doesn't deceive me. What happened? It's been over a year! We've searched and now, here you are looking different. Horribly different. Where have you been?" Fredrick rushed his words but the lady only screamed and yanked her hands off to be free.

Standing with horror clearly written on her face, she tried processing what was unraveling before her very sight.

"Fredrick, it isn't her. She's dead. This one here is a replica". Fredrick's date had turned his head towards her and quietly suggested.

"Amanda, i have a feeling it's her." Gently turning his head away from his date's palms, Fredrick made into grabbing the puzzled lady again.

"Let me go!" With a scared and confused mind, the lady ran off leaving a teary bewildered 'Fredrick' behind!

Running further off and then halting behind a building, she leaned forward to peep and could see Fredrick pacing around.

Amanda or what was her name, had an angry and worried expression on her face.

Swifly, a flash came running through and as she winced with her hands grasping her head, she caught a face.

It was an elderly woman's.

There was a vehicle which was upside down and smelt very heavy of fuel; she for a fact was within and clearly in pain.

A baby was crying at the backseat and she was weakly calling out for help, stretching out her left hand with her eyes threatening to close.

As blurry as her vision was, she saw the woman walk over to the crying child, bend over and pick... Was the baby a him or her?

Nevertheless, the old woman had ignored her completely and had began to walk away.

"Please, my baby." She had called out, there afterwards, she fell unconscious.

Gasping back to present, she couldn't comprehend what she had seen. It was terrifying.

Did she have a child? Who was that elderly woman? And how was she involved in an accident in the first place?

A glance around, people stared down at her like she was crazy. Gulping down her spittle, she restarted her unfinished race.

Sprinting towards the direction her legs knew, one constant question came running through her distant mind.

Who exactly was she?