Macy looked scared.
21 years old fresh out graduate Macy Brooke from Singapore, stared back at the figure standing at her doorstep with her mouth wide open.
Macy Brooke is a simple girl from a simple family background in Coaster town, Kansas, she came to Manchester, Singapore for a program that landed her a scholarship, and had worked past time jobs to sponsor herself alone, her only mistake was falling in love with her ex last year and committing a sin.
All her life Macy had only dreamed of meeting her idol, she had followed her on all social media, liked her lateat post even thought it wasn't frequent, she coild say she made a shrine for her. Her room had posters with her inspirational words, she had created book covers, clothes for her.
It was safe to say Macy adore and worship Rose, so imagine her shock having her dressed in a simple blue shirt and black skirk that emphasiate on her curve, her styled in a tight bun that brought out her small heart shaped face. She was a living goddess standing at her doorstep totally out of place from her shady flat that made a great spoticating background.
"You.... You are Rose Bacheman. The Rose Bacheman nicknamed Cold Empress, goddaughter of business elite Dywen Bacheman, personal secretary of vice president Eric Bacheman whom you saved 27 times, you also helped Goldemine Co reach its glory, you are my idol for four years. You.... you are really here? In my house"
Rose smile not offended by the information she got from the tablet. she found her rambling instruments which showed she was good at getting information about certain people.
The Macy she met at the club was totally different from the one in front of her with bird nest hair and slightly swollen eyes.
"Hello, Macy right? may I come in?"
Macy had to catch her jaw from touching ground. Her heart was busy singing in joy at the fact that her idol knew her name, what blessed morning would she had asked for.
"Yes you may."
She almost bowed like a butler, she caught herself on time , dusting unseen dirt and feeling uncomfortable standing in her pajamas, she became even more antsy.
"Miss Bacheman, would you like a drink? water?, juice? tea?"
"Just water please."
She ran out of the room to get her a drink, placing it with extreme care on a small stool, before standing there straight as a ramrod ready to serve.
"Miss Bacheman, would you like anything else?"
The way Rose tilted her head with a small smile made her heart accelerate further, she could help scratching her unkempt hair in an unladylike manner.
"Err! Miss Bacheman could you excuse for for a few minutes? I gotta rush up and quickly change my clothes."
Macy felt uncomfortable having a high class lady in her messy home. The fact was quick to consume her that she was a poor girl from a country side, her only grace was the extreme scholarship and during those times she concentrate more on her studies, she then realize she didn't know how to behave properly to accommodate Rose.
Five minutes later she came back down dressed in casual wear. She had gathered enough courage the took her to a seat opposite.
"If you want I could cook up a little something for the both of us."
"It's alright Miss Macy, I already ate"
"Oh!"
Her eyes instantly went to the clock that said 12:noon. Her lips tugged downwards as she realized she had over slept. But still it made Macy wonder what Rose was doing there, it was still working hours so wasn't she suppose to be working?.
"Em! Miss Bacheman, why are you here?"
Rose tilted her head again with that same smile, Macy resisted the urge to look down at her body, she was really curious what was so interesting about herself.
If anyone was to address Rose Bacheman, it would be one word. 'Royalty'.
To a fan like Macy who sees her as her idol, Rose was everything to her, from hee beautiful golden skin that looked soft to touch, heart shaped face that had an equistive youth to it, perfect brows, cat shaped chocolate brown eyes that twinkled under the right lightning, long light brown hair that had touches of red, red pouty lip that held wit with a dangerous tongue yet those wicked lip had various men drooling over them.
Compared to Macy who was of a darker shade to Rose, light chocolate skin, dark brown eyes and short dark hair. She had an ordinary beauty that wasn't too eye catching but attractive to look at.
"Please call me Rose."
Macy was broken out of her stupor at the request made by Rose. Her mood lifted,she could hardly contain her happiness but still she knew Rose was superior to her.
"Okay Miss Rose."
She chose to compromise and Rose agreed with an indifferent shrug before raising her head with a curious smirk.
"How's the hangover?"
That got Macy explaining at length her situation just as she had been last night when she was completely drunk.
"And like hell! Men!, when I woke up it was like I had an hammer constantly pounding my head, It didn't even help that I woke up besides a stranger completely naked. Good for him but terrifying for me Ah!."
Recognition dawned on her face, her eyes widen in horror.
"I'm so sorry, I blabber a lot when I'm under stress or comfortable with someone."
She mouth snapped shut wishing so badly she could cut it off. Rose shocked her poor heart by laughing out beautifully.
"It's alright, fine! fine! heh! hehe! So... you and the bartender huh?"
If only her skin was a bit more lighter then the expression on her face would have been scarlet by then. She wanted so badly to burry herself.
"No! No ooo not him!, Ee! he called himself Dean something. I don't know much cause I rushed out screaming bloody murder."
Realizing their familiar predicament, Rose let out a full out laughter once again freezing the girl's heart.
She felt that each hidden expression Rose revealed to her highlightened her beauty even more. she felt honored witnessing it.
"You should smile more Miss Rose, you are really beautiful."
Once again she pursed her lips shut looking bashful, While Rose raised a brow chulckling softly.
"I don't know Miss Rose but I feel really comfortable with you like last night, I never told anybody about my past but I confided in you and you might not believe me but you gave me hope. I feel like I can trust you."
Rose smirk.
"Are you saying you have a crush on me?'
Macy gasped like a fish, her expression looking shy.
"No... no... not like that!"
Rose chuckle, she had to admit herself she like the girl too.
"It's alright, I like you too."
Its true when they said 'Sometimes it takes a painful experience to make us change our ways. Having Rose there was a good example to Macy, she felt that blessing in disguise.
"Are you really the Rose from last night?"
Macy couldn't help but ask out loud wondering why the tablet description and the reality were so different.
"Who else would I be?"
(You look different, the Rose last night was a mischievous seductress, the Rose here was a practical and mature businesswoman.)
How are they related?
Was this reality really a privilege to her?
"How did you find me, Miss Rose?"
Rose eyes twinkled in amusement, she indeed found her interesting to watch. Macy appeared bold but she was actually quite shy, she was daring but knew her limit. She was nothing like Rose that was unpredictable or Eric that was plain shameless.
"I have a gift of seeking out talents, it doesn't matter if I'm high on alcohol, when I see potential in someone I get that person onto my side."
Such as taking pictures. Rose had no idea how she could create time to take a selfie while drunk, it was like her drunk self was mocking her conscience in a very unusual way.
(Drunk Rose: YoLo! I'm more awesome that you bitches)
(Normal Rose: '...')
"Wow! that's a awesome power."
Macy had stars in her eyes. (It must be how she was so successful)
"With that I got ahold of your CV and found out that you are a fresh out fashion designer graduate and a parttime writer, and also work in a small cafe and have experience in the edition industry."
Macy blinked, not sure how to take her interrogative tone.
"Err rr yes Miss Rose."
Her brows drew together in panic and in awe, mostly in awe that her idol knew a lot about her. (But wait was it normal for rich people to get private information about the lesser beings?)
Rose pinned her with her gaze, keeping the business like look she had accustomed herself with.
"How would you like to work for my company?"
Her eyes went round, then slowly she blinked rapidly.
"Excuse me? You mean Goldmine co? I'm sorry but I don't think my department is needed in your company."
Rose shooked her head.
"No, not Goldmine co. Have you heard of 'Little Sunshine'? "
Macy mind turned blank before reprocessing.
"You mean 'Little Sunshine' ? as in the a new fashion industry in San Fransisco that soared through fame faster than any other industry, they boarden on children wears and young females. It's on the top demand. Ha! Miss Rose don't tell me you are the founder?"
Rose smiled in approval at her quick observation method.
"I am. Ms Macy, congratulation 'Little Sunshine' would be delightful to sign a contract with you, we offer you accommodation while you stay at San francisco, a good pay and good workshop, you get your own office where you create your work, you don't need to worry about your part time job we are willing to sponsor your talent as long as you give your best back , we are hoping to move further into the entertainment industry and go public soon. So what say you Ms Macy?"
Her eyes had widen so much during her speech her soul took flight.
"Yes! Fuck yes!!! I will fucking join your company!"
She leapt into the air in exhilaration, moving her body in different before pausing to realize how inappropriate it was.
Hey expression turned solemn.
"I'm sorry."
But Rose didn't look offended instead she stood to grasp her hand in a firm handshake.
"Welcome to Little Sunshine, Ms Macy."
She had no words for the gratitude she felt, she was buzzing with happiness that made her feel like she was floating in heaven.
"Thank you very much Miss Rose."
This was indeed a blessing in disguise. Who would have though a night out of depression would turn out to be a good thing linking her through the thread of fate to her idol.
"You would regret your decision."
Rose had a satisfied smile on her face at her accomplishment.
What more did Rose have to show us about her hidden wealth?.