Ponder. That's all my mind did. The information I received from Cindy and Christopher racked my brain back and forth like a bull. The paper I saw back then at Cindy's: Mission Exclusive 5.0. I'm starting to believe this kidnap is not just a mere coincidence.

The door burst open in prance beardy accompanied by a younger woman. He loves younger women doesn't he? He quickly turns around staring down the other.

"Why hasn't in here been cleaned? Why haven't she been feed?" He walks closer to the black and brown haired girl. Her nails dig into her palm as her fingers fold into a fist. She blows harshly through her nostrils, however keeps her mouth shut.

"Cleopatra it's you who I speak to. You just left your mother in here to starve to her death. You ungrateful wretch," he barks lifting his hand to slap her.

Mother? Who? Me? She looks older than me. About Cindy's age, she even looks like Cindy.

"Clinton-" The brown eyed, pale skin fellow begun; a smack across the face sent her words flying to where they came from.

"How dare you call me, your father by name. You're no adult, you're still under my care" He drags her locks, bring her face closer to him.

"Get this room as her clean before Tessa arrives" He pushes her behind him by her hair before stepping through the door which shuts behind him.

Cleopatra holds on to her hair massaging the spot on her scalp which hurt, before showing me her abash expression. He walks out the room stopping her feet abasement echoing after her.

In no time she's back without Clinton follow his orders like a poppet. I'm allowed to wash myself, then get dressed into one of Clinton's dress shirt which stops at my knees. I'm cuffed to the bed again, which has clean sheets and no blood stains.

Cleo dresses my wounds, working faster than the wind, along with time. A knock comes at the door, when all is well, and a large woman enters.

The lady wears a lot of jewelry, and her clothes fits her quite nicely. I run my eyes over the woman once more, then spot a case in her hand.

"You look just like her for real!", the woman exclaims in her thick Spanish accent. Running up to me griping my cheeks. She spins my face like looking for something, I allow her.

"Nose, eyes, lips everything the same!", the lady utters, shouting even louder with every word she says. "You look just like her," she whispers. I blink.

What now? Who? Did I miss something? I look just like who? Stewart's peculiar look when he saw me, and his words shows itself. It's like there was a next me, who he wanted to reunite with abysmally. Is there someone like me? Am I mistaken for Clinton's wife and his children's mother. But how?

I fur my eyebrows, then pull my head back from fancy Nancy grip. She stares at me astonished, her hand sticking out in the same position still. She blinks her hazel twice, still comprehending my level of rudeness.

"Oops I'm sorry I must have startled you; my name is Tessa and I'll be getting you ready for today's function. It's just that you look so much like her. Everyone has been saying that, and I was like no she can't look like her... I. I see you now and you do look like her-"

"Who is this 'her'?" I stop Tessa's ramble. I like how I'm a celebrity around here, but it's no fun hearing you talk about me with people I have no clue about.

"Amalia you no know Amalia?" If I knew I wouldn't have asked you smarty. Whatever, what's it worth trying to talk sense into someone with nonexistent brain cells. Amalia? I think I've seen it before, where?

"The function starts in an hour Tessa", Cleopatra's voice reaches my ears. I almost forgot she was in existence. My eyes shift to her trailing her tall figure, about 5'5 just like Cindy. She walks off her boots clicking to the floor, showing that she can manage a five-inch heel well. Her hair sways to the rhythm her heels make, first the black part nearer to the scalp, then the brown at the ends. Her black suit which adorns her stick figure disappears through the open door. I turn my attention back to the pail Spanish woman who stands before me, a creepy smile still enlightening her face.

"Come on sweetheart we need to get you ready. Just let me get rid of these fancy thingys" Tessa releases me from my handcuff scornfully throwing them to the other side of the room. I rub my wrist, where a bruise is coming on. I think about sprinting out the room an finding a way out. However, I wouldn't like to be greeted by Clinton and mighty once more. I shiver at the thought of mighty connecting with my back and leaving large tattoos.

"Follow me" Tessa walks out the room down the grey halls to where I went the first day, I left the room. My feet connect with the cold floor, since my boots were dispatched from me during clean up session. It feels long, however I know it's short. The identical walls fool me into thinking I'm walking down the same isle more than once.

We come to a stop at a white door. Tessa fumbles with a bunch of keys as I look around and try to differentiate if this isn't the isle, we started out with first.

"I always get mixed up when it comes to these things," Tessa announces, a chuckle following. I watch unenthusiastically as she fumbles endlessly.

Some time passes, it feels like eternity, and finally Tessa finds the correct keys for the darn door. I was starting to wonder if I was about to watch this woman try key after key like a reoccurring decimal, for an hour. 

Tessa opens the door and walks in, me following suit. My mouth drops to the floor as soon as I enter the room, or more like walk in closet.

Different jewelry sets, clothing, makeup, wigs, hats everything needed to get you ready sits in the room. I brush my hands along the dresses first: blue, black, pink so many colors. Sparkling, floral, plain, dressy, casual... Everything.

Women clothing, men clothing. I think my eyes are about to fall out. It's like a mini store. My eyes catch a glimpse of a black gown. I take it from the hanger holding it to my tiny frame.

A one shoulder black dress, which has a slit running down from mid-thigh. The dress is long, barely brushing the ground and the sleeve is long to the wrist. I would look perfect in this. Christopher will be drooling when he sees me. I smile inside.

"You like it," Tessa says dragging me from my thoughts. She looks down at the dress, then at me. She's taller, damn it.

"It looks pretty!", I say blankly placing the dress back on the hanger.

"Let's get you into it... but first we need to get you showered" she says taking the dress from me. Tessa shows me the shower, and I happily have a second bath for the morning. Can never be too fresh. My teeth gladly accept the second scrub, likewise my body. In approximately half an hour I came out the bath a pink bathrobe loaned to me covering my body.

I dry my hair which have grown a bit longer towards my bump. I then wear the new underclothes I was given. I look in the body length mirror at my back counting three big addition marks, that I know will stay permanently with the other there that stayed with me since I was young. I walk out into the clothes room, where Tessa is, her back turned to me. I put the robe around my body tying it while I walk closer. 

"I'm all fresh," I say, making my presence known as I pull my wet hair into a bun, with the scrunchy I found with the hair supplies. Slowly I look over fancy Nancy's shoulder into her case. Makeup; makeup and more makeup. Tessa continues to Ramage through the draw not noticing my presence. I shake my head; how can she not realize someone standing behind her.  I clear my throat. 

"Oh, your finish", Tessa says, finally looking at me. 

"Yeah, said that some time ago, guess you were so busy you didn't hear me," I answer rolling my eyes after I turn my back to her. 

"Okay, let's get you in your dress then" 

She follows me over to the black beauty waiting to be worn. 

Tessa helps me wear the dress, even though I didn't need any assistance. I basically slipped in the dress like it was made exactly for me. Tessa curls my hair, with the flat iron, then I help myself with accessories, which I had taken out before I went for a shower. Tessa then helps me wear my second face by doing what she knows best, make-up. She's almost finish but stops to look in her case yet again. Damn, getting ready takes forever, next time I'll go naked. 

I sigh, "what are you missing?" I question.

"I no know but I can't find it", Tessa says reaching for her hair. "I know I take it up this morning"

"What can't you find?", I repeat. People do be loving when I repeat myself. 

"mattetrance lipstick... it's perfect for you", Tessa says looking up at me. Matte who now? 

"I think I left it in the car... I'll be back" She grabs her keys and leaves the room. What's so good about matte, I roll my eyes.

I look around the room at the different styles and color of clothing, while imaging myself in every dress, then matching it with a pair of shoes. I do this to pass time, which seems like forever, until my eyes fall on a t-shirt. Christopher can make use of one of these. My eyes scan the room door, which is left open. Quickly, I walk over to the rackets getting a shirt chris' size. I look back at the door, then the shirt in my hand. My father is with Chris, isn't he? He probably needs a shirt too. I get a next shirt then dash for the doors. 

I catch a glimpse of myself in the body length mirror as I passed and turn back to look. A beautiful reflection stares back at me screaming perfection, my pink lips laughing at the woman who says I need lipstick. My neatly done hair stretches past my shoulders curls being a sexy part of their nature, which brightens my face. My eyes run down my dress, it's then I smile. 

Time ticks, I leave the mirror bolting down the halls like Cinderella in a black gown without shoes. I know I need to be back before Tessa realizes I'm gone; however, my mind extends to Christopher. 

What will Christopher think when he sees me? My bottom lip itches, I bite it. When do I ever care what people think? I shrug my shoulders; I'm just going to give him his shirt. It's obvious, isn't it? The shirt is just a bypass; I'm dying to see him. 

Damn I knew heels aren't made for running but no one told me gowns weren't. I grab the dress in my hand uncaging my legs. I check to ensure I'm down the correct path, just when I see the numbers I'm looking for. I slow down as I approach the doors, then stop to calm my breath when it's in front my face. Chris, here I come.