Lily

The first thing that struck me were the surroundings. Velvet drapes framed the expansive glass panes, revealing a breathtaking view of the city's skyline, a world far removed from my own.

Staring at the entire place only one thought repeated in my mind.

Where was I?

What happened?

Confusion knitted my brows as I struggled to piece together the fragments of the previous night. Memories passed through my mind like an elusive shadow. Flashes of pulsating lights, the thumping bass of music, and the tantalising presence of the mysterious man teased my consciousness. Shutting my eyes tightly, I tried to catch hold of them, to make sense of what had transpired. It was to no avail. They remained as intangible as smoke slipping through my fingers.

The image of him was vague. I knew he was handsome, remembered the deep voice that mingled with mine and yet I couldn't remember his face or name.

My gaze drifted to the space beside me, where the enigmatic stranger should have been after a night with me. Only rumpled sheets beside me spoke of his presence.

With a groan, I pushed myself into a sitting position, my fingers rubbing against my temples as if that might coax my memory. It was like fragments of a puzzle, one I could barely piece together.

My heart skipped a beat as a soft, unexpected knock resonated through the room.

My heart quickened as the door swung open without any pause.

A man stepped in without hesitation, making me alert. From his dressing to the warm, practised smile graced his lips I soon recognized that he was a butler.

I watched in part shock, part fascination as he moved, carrying something along with him. He looked elegant and he…

He was coming towards me.

When he neared, he pushed something towards me. I looked down at what he held in his hands- neatly folded bundle of clothes. Confusion struck me at the sight

"Miss Lily, I hope you're doing well this morning," he began.

I swallowed thickly. Even his voice sounded fancy.

"I've been sent to offer you these clothes and inform you that the limousine is waiting downstairs to take you back."

His words hung in the air.

‘Limousine? Clothes?' I glanced down at my current attire which, to my growing embarrassment, consisted of nothing more than bedsheets haphazardly draped around me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I realised the state of undress I was in, a stark contrast to the man before me.

In response, I held the sheets tighter to my body.

Oh, um, thank you," I stammered, trying to catch up with this unexpected turn of events.

"But who... who sent you?" I asked curiously.

"I'm here on behalf of an anonymous resident, Miss Grace. He wanted to ensure your comfort and offer you a way back to your apartment." He said, barely missing a beat.

The butler's visage remained an impenetrable mask, revealing nothing. I knew I wouldn't get a straight answer.

Shock ran through me as a realisation hit me. How did he know my name?

A rush of emotions surged within me—bewilderment at the situation I found myself in, mortification at my current state of undress, and a subtle tinge of disappointment at the idea that my encounter was nothing more than a one night stand.

My patchy memories and this strange encounter left me with more questions than answers.

The moment he left, I stood up to dress. As I unfolded them, my fingers brushed against fabric so soft it felt like I was touching air.

Looking down at the dress I couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite attention to detail. The clothes were unlike anything I owned.

The true shock came when I wore them to find nothing out of place. It seemed tailored to my measurements.

How on earth did they get my measurements? Was it just a coincidence?

Pushing the thought away I looked in the mirror. I looked…different. It was as though I had stepped into a different world, one I had never dared dream of.

I emerged from the room and out of the hotel, my heart still racing from the rollercoaster of emotions I had experienced just moments ago.

The butler, the same one. Though his expression remained stoic, there was a subtle softness in his gaze.

With a faint, reassuring smile, he led me out. I could barely glance at the place before I found myself outside. The chill of the air pricked my skin.

Without a word, he gestured toward the waiting limousine. I looked at the car in trepidation before stepping inside.

Sitting on the plush sheets, I felt like a sore thumb inside the lone place that looked too expensive to be real. The only thing that didn't overwhelm me was the sight outside.

Beyond the tinted windows, the sun was slowly rising to illuminate the new day. As the vehicle glided through the illuminated streets, I found solace in the gentle hum of the engine.

My fingers traced an absent-minded pattern along the armrest, a subconscious attempt to ground myself amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

I reached my apartment in silence. Stepping into the building, the shock and questions weighed over me through my apartment door. I opened the door but to my surprise, someone was already there.

Marina sat on my couch. Her eyes locked onto mine immediately. Laid in them were a mix of emotions: shock, disbelief and joy.

She stood up immediately after I shut the door, rushing to hold me in a warm embrace. I let myself melt into her reassuring presence.

"Thank goodness you're alright," Marina said as she hugged me, her voice a soothing balm.

“I was so freaking worried. I couldn't find you in the club and I was looking for you everywhere. What happened? Nevermind. I'm just glad you're safe.”

Her rambles made me hold her tighter. She must have been so afraid. How had I forgotten about her in my daze last night?

‘Last night…’ The memories and questions still echoed.

Parting from her hug, I fully faced her.

“You won't believe what happened." I spoke, disbelief colouring my words as I stared.

Marina's grip on my shoulders was firm, grounding me as she looked back.

"Tell me." She spoke worriedly.

Sitting on the couch, I recounted the night's whirlwind of intrigue and desire. She stayed silent all through even though her expression said everything, transforming from concern and curiosity to straight up anger.

Marina's hand slipped into mine, her touch a silent balm against the turmoil inside me. Her fingers entwined with mine, offering a lifeline of unspoken support that reached into my heart.

"Maybe it's a blessing in disguise," she said decisively, tightening her grip.

Her eyes, filled with understanding, met mine sincerely before she huffed.

"That bastard didn't even have the courtesy to talk to you before he left. He must've been a rich bastard searching for a good lay. You're better off forgetting about him." Malina said with disgust.

A moment of silence passed between us before Marina spoke again.

“But seriously Lily. I'm so sorry. I should have done a better job looking out for you." she said, looking at me with guilt seeping through her.

I shook my head, squeezing her hand to comfort her. It wasn't her fault that I had wandered.

"And on that note, really? Going off with some stranger without telling me where you were, what were you thinking?" She exclaimed, her expression switching to righteous anger.

Although I knew she was simply reacting this way out of her guilt and worry, an angry Malina was still an angry Malina. I gulped silently before nodding in agreement.

"You're right, Malina.” I said, giving her a guilty look.

“I was just drunk and lost in the moment. I'm so sorry for making you worry." I spoke sincerely, ending with a sigh.

She said nothing in response, prompting me to nudge her slightly.

“Come on.” I dragged out in a pleading tone. “Don't be angry please?”

Finally she sighed heavily in response.

“You know what? I'm never pressuring you into clubbing ever again. Not when I could get a heart attack.” she sighed out wearily.

A chuckle left me at her words. The mood lightened instantly as she smiled.

We spoke as normal, seemingly putting the events of yesterday behind us.

But internally, I held a different truth. In spite of the confusion, I didn't regret the passionate encounter the night before. Even though I couldn't remember him, the memory of his touch, the intensity of our connection, lingered intoxicatingly . What haunted me was that I couldn't remember his name nor face. I had let him slip away into the night as a mystery.

My heart whispered that there was more to last night. My brain still questioned the coincidence of the day. I couldn't grasp it no matter how hard I tried. With Marina's reprimands though, I swallowed those thoughts away.

Maybe some things were left to be a mystery.

Long after she left, I silently took off the elegant clothes I had received.

My thoughts swirled, the whirlwind of recent events still echoing in my mind. The messy breakup, the sting of my ex's betrayal, last night's encounter and the suffocating reminder of my current unemployment loomed large over me.

The clothes I was now folding were a stark contrast to my current predicament. Refined and sophisticated. A taste of a world I had barely glimpsed.

Despite my denial and Marina's words I couldn't help but think about the person who had sent them. The one who seemed to know so much about me in a single night.

As I continued to fold, my fingers grazed something tucked between the layers of fabric.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. What the hell? Digging into the clothing I found a pocket within, so vague to be noticed easily. How hadn't I felt this?

I held the mysterious thing, carefully pulling it out. My eyes widened as it came into full view.

‘What on earth?'

Lily

Time skip

I stared down at the same object I had found a month ago. The sole relic from that mysterious night at the hotel when a stranger had whisked me away for a night of desire.

The curiosity was the sole silver lining among the darkness, especially after what happened earlier today.

……

Earlier

I stood straight against the multiple eyes that scrutinised me, a shaky smile on my lips as I tried blinking out the cold realisation seeping into my veins.

The men and women sitting opposite me in my job interview held the same tension, looking at me as though I was alien to them.

It had started well. Greetings were exchanged and polite pleasantries were said. My qualifications had successfully captured their attention.

As I spoke about my past experiences and aspirations, there had been nods of approval and the occasional encouraging smile. The atmosphere had been professional, the questions straightforward, and with concealed joy, hope had bloomed inside me.

But then…

A subtle shift in the atmosphere rose out of nowhere. I noticed, my heart falling slightly as they glanced down at my resume.

“Lilian…Grace.” the raven haired woman in the center drawled out. I felt the tension in her words. Suddenly her gaze, once warm and welcoming, had become distant and- dare I say, cold.

The shift was glaringly obvious now. Silence and tension fell upon the room. I watched as the people around me began looking at each other discreetly, communicating in a silent language I wasn't privy to. Their eyebrows furrowed, and a fleeting expression of discomfort had crossed their face.

It had been a split-second reaction, but I caught it all the same.

When they turned back to me the woman at the forefront smiled jerkily.

“Let's continue.” she spoke.

They continued like normal, but it was too late for that. The conversation had become stilted, and the positive energy had dissipated into a palpable unease. One by one, I answered the remaining questions with a sense of defeat settling in my chest.

“We'll get back to you in a few weeks.” she ended in farewell. No matter how positive the words were, I saw it clearly in her eyes. On all their faces.

I wasn't getting the job.

Now, as I made my way back to my apartment, I couldn't help but replay the interview in my mind. I pondered over every word spoken, every gesture made. It never mattered though. I was always the same result.

Every. Single. Time.

Hours later, I opened my eyes lethargically after a restless sleep. The evening glow filtered through the thin curtains, casting a feeble light across my apartment.

As I stepped out of my bed, the air hung heavy. My eyes wandered over the mismatched furniture within my bedroom as I walked through.

The coffee table bore the scars of countless cups of tea and journaling. The patchy yet cosy armchair by the window had cradled me through my worst moments.

The walls, painted in soft hues of lavender had borne witness to my happiness and sadness and everything in-between.

Framed photographs adorned my space, capturing moments of happiness frozen in time. I paused before one, a nice shot of me and Malina, our faces full of laughter. It was a reminder of simpler days. A time when I felt invincible, like I could conquer the world.

A row of bookshelves lined the far wall, filled with books. They were my companions through sleepless nights and lonely afternoons, offering an escape to worlds far away.

And then there was the mirror in the bathroom where I stood now, splashing water on my face before staring at the reflection. At the face that bore the weight of countless job applications, endless rejections, and the suffocating grip of despair.

I leaned closer, my eyes tracing the lines etched onto my face. The shadows beneath my eyes darkened by sleepless nights and the anxiety of uncertainty. The mirror was a merciless reflection of my growing self doubt.

The large bags under my weary green eyes and frazzled blonde hair perfectly captured my frustration.

My mind went back to the interview today, one amongst many.

It always started with promise, but something always changed in-between. In the end I always met the same disappointing outcome; a polite rejection mail, an apologetic phone call, or worse, deafening silence.

It had been four weeks total, almost a month since my birthday. Where I once hoped I could get a new job in no time, my future and hopes were turning bleak with every day.

The world outside was a lot colder than I remembered.

I gazed into my own eyes, once bright with optimism, now clouded with uncertainty. The relentless questions echoed in my mind.

Was I not saying the right things? How had I messed up in-between? What made them constantly change their minds? Was it the company? Was it my appearance? Or was it…

Sharp heat grew in the back of my eyes from the tears welling up. I swallowed the heavy knot at my throat as I dared bring those words to mund.

‘Was it my fault? Was I not… good enough?’

My insides quivered at the piercing negativity.

I slumped against the bathroom counter, clutching the edge like it was my lifeline. My hands trembled, tears threatening to spill.

The emotions I had suppressed for so long surged to the surface. A turbulent sea of frustration, self-pity, and a gnawing fear of the future. The weight of everything hung over my head like a guillotine. It was too hard to bear.

I was so near giving in to them before I stopped myself.

‘No,’ I whispered to myself.

Shutting my eyes tightly I fought the burning away from my eyes. Looking back up, I surged up whatever strands of determination I bore.

"It's going to get better. I don't know when or how but it's going to get better." I spoke to my reflection, quiet self assurances only spoken within the cool space.

‘It has to.’ I quietly hoped.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened, my eyes still meeting the reflection in the mirror. Giving one last look I turned away , shutting the bathroom door before making my way over to the dresser.

Opening the shelf, I looked down at the item that laid within the hidden area of that expensive dress.

……

And here I was now.

The sleek, blank envelope sat in the drawer.

I remembered the day I first saw it, the shock that passed through me as I took it out of my clothes.

At first sight I questioned the envelope, coming up with all sorts of ideas regarding how it got into the clothing to no avail. Yet, looking at the second reminder of that night, I couldn't help being intimidated at the sight.

‘What if it was a note from him? what if it was accidental?’ I had thought back then.

It may have been something completely bland or something puzzling. The possibilities were endless.

Then reality hit and I forced all thoughts away. It was in the past and I had plenty more things to look after.

And so I pushed it away, keeping it in the drawer.

In the days that followed, I had been consumed by the relentless search for a job, drowning in a sea of rejection emails and unanswered applications.

And now? After another string of rejections that had left me questioning my worth, the urge to open it was unbearable.

Why not open it? What was stopping me from doing so? Even if it wasn't anything truly important, at least I could be distracted for a moment. Anything was better than the disheartening cycle of job hunting that had consumed me.

With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I pulled the envelope from the drawer and slowly slid my finger beneath the flap. It gave way with a soft rustle, revealing—a single black card, pristine and elegant, with a series of numbers printed in bold silver letters. The card bore no name, no indication of its purpose, only those digits.

I stared at it, perplexed and intrigued. What did it mean?

The urge to unravel the mystery overtook me. I picked up my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I dialled the number on the card. Trepidation filled me with every digit. Each one felt like a step into the unknown.

The phone rang twice before a voice answered on the other end.

"Luminous Works. How may I assist you?"

The voice was calm, but I couldn't hold back the shock that sparked through me.

"Um… hello," I began, my voice wavering with uncertainty.

"I... I'm not quite sure why I'm calling, but I received this card with a number, and I thought…” I trailed off, unsure on what to say next.

“What is your name?” the woman on the other side answered.

“Lilian Grace.” I replied.

There came a moment of silence, leaving me with confusion. Before I could ask, the woman spoke.

"I see...We have been waiting for you miss.”

‘What?’ I blinked in confusion,

“You must be calling about the secretary position at Luminous Works. Lilian Grace, correct?”

My heart skipped a beat, and confusion swirled within me. Secretary position? I hadn't applied for a job!

But could I say it?

I contemplated my options. Should I agree for now?

Taking in a deep breath and a silent prayer, I made my decision.

"Yes," I replied, my voice steadier now, tinged with curiosity.

"I... I suppose I am?" My voice pitched high in uncertainty.

The person continued unwavering "Very well. We will scheduled for you tomorrow.. Be there early.”

A location was spouted out. I could barely comprehend it all, dizzy from the turn of events.

Before I could ask any more questions, the call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at my phone in bewilderment.

What had just happened?

Questions popped up in my head.

How did Luminous Works get my credentials? Who had done all of this? These questions swirled in my mind, like a puzzle with missing pieces waiting to be put together.

I looked at the shiny card one more time.

In the end, could I really answer all of those questions? Especially when an opportunity laid in my grasp?

I steeled myself, gripping the card tighter.

Tomorrow, I would go there. If for nothing else, at least for answers.

“Tomorrow…” I trailed into silence, looking down at that card and envelope.

This entire thing was confusing, but still...

looking down at the card and the mention of a job, a twinge of hope bloomed in me.