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Amelia
Gold had always been everyone’s sweetheart. Anyone who met her
liked her almost instantly. It could have had a lot to do with her
bubbly personality or the fact that she was hands down the most
perfect person in the world. There was something about how she
carried herself, how she always seemed to light up the room. She was
a petite black dark haired woman who seemed to have a thing for short
dresses because as far as she was concerned, it gave her some kind of
height. If she was not in a knee length dress and a pair of heels,
she was in a pair of skinny jeans and heels. She could have done
anything to do give herself a few extra inches on her five four
height.

When
she first left Elle to interview for Dalton Wear, the world thought
she was making the biggest mistake of her life. After all, why would
she leave a promising career in a leading fashion magazine to work
for a small up and coming designer? But Amelia knew that Leo Dalton
was the world’s next big thing as far as fashion was concerned.
The only person who seemed hell bent on supporting her until the fat
lady sang was her grandmother. She had always had the motto
‘no
fruit of my loins would ever have a bad idea’.
She
knew Amelia had the bigger picture in mind. After all, she was
leaving Elle where she was a simple assistant fashion editor to
Dalton Wear where she was going to be a head designer. To Amelia,
this was a giant leap ahead but to everyone else, she was trying to
commit career suicide. Her interview at Dalton Wear went better than
okay. Not only did she get the job, she got right to work and her own
designs were going to be featured in the next show...the Milan
Fashion Week.

But even though she had
impressed Leo Dalton, she had a grave secret. Her grandmother had
been having health complications for the last six months. At first,
it had been all about her kidneys but soon enough things began to
escalate. This day, it was her heart, the next day it was her lymph
nodes and the next it was something to do with her thyroid. But
everything hit the fan when her liver began failing. That was the
beginning of the long nights in hospital. She would have done
anything to do right by her grandmother but it seemed like the
universe was working against her. She was not a match for a liver
transplant which also got her out of the shortlist for the kidney
transplant. Her sister, Amanda who was only three years her senior
also wasn’t a viable donor. All they could do was watch as
their beloved grandmother, their last living grandparent slowly got
closer and closer to death’s door.

And
this was especially hard for Amelia who was closer to her grandmother
than her sister could ever understand. After their parents passed
away in a car crash when she was twenty three, her grandmother who
had always been present in their lives stepped in and made sure no
one ever took advantage of their parents’ estate. She did not
even take the fifty grand her children had left her. Instead, she put
all that money in a trust for Amanda and Amelia’s children. But
now that she seemed to get worse and worse, Amelia didn’t know
whether she was able to handle what was to come. She was trying hard
to smile through her last meeting of the day. All she wanted was to
walk out of there and get back home. She could not get her
grandmother out of her mind. She had been so frail lately, so
helpless that every time she took a deep breath, Amelia would panic.
She was almost too sure of what was about to come next. It was
inevitable but she just couldn’t bear the thought of losing
Grandma Leila.

“Miss
Gold, this was impressive as usual,” her boss Leo Dalton said
with a smile. “The African and Asiatic touch to the spring
collection is what will make our brand stand out.”

“Yeah,
watch out Kors and Versace. It’s Dalton Wear’s time now,”
Ava Richmond, Dalton War’s head of creative said with a smile.

“Great
guys. I’m just happy you liked what I came up with,”
Amelia said.

“Alright.
Get these design samples out to the tailors. I want a complete line
up by the end of the week,” Leo said as the three began walking
out of the board room. Amelia looked at her phone and sighed.

“
Three
thirty,”
she
thought.
“I can
beat traffic if I leave now.”

Leo
and Ava were talking about distribution as they walked but Amelia was
not listening to them. She was already calculating how much time she
would take to get from the office building to the hospital. It was
early enough but there was also the slight chance that something
might have gone wrong in the day. After all, accidents do happen.

“Miss
Gold?” Leo called out snapping her out of her thoughts and back
into reality. She turned to look at him.

“Hmmm?”

“I
asked if you can handle the distribution chains or will it be too
much for you? I can get the marketing department on it if you want.”
Leo was looking at her intently.

“That
sounds great.”

Leo
raised an eyebrow at Amelia.

“Which
part exactly?”

“The
outsourcing it to the marketing department part. I will be too buried
in the creative and design to do a good job on the distribution,”
Amelia pointed out. They were now standing right outside her office.
“But I will be happy to look in on the progress and report back
to you and Ava.”

“Great.
We will be in touch,” Ava said as the two of them walked away.
Amelia dashed into her office and grabbed her bag before she stuffed
her tablet in. She grabbed her keys and quickly made it to the
elevator. She could hear someone talking to her but she was not
really paying attention. All she wanted to do was get away from the
workplace and be at her grandmother’s side. She had made it a
point not to mention what had been going on in her life to her
bosses. She had just been at Dalton Wear for just a couple of months
and she didn’t want to give the company a reason to think she
could not handle her own. And even though she was leaving work a
whole two hours earlier than she was supposed to, Amelia was
convinced she had done more than her fair share of the eight to five
workday. She was a nervous wreck throughout the half hour drive to
the hospital. Her grandmother’s doctor had been very clear when
he told her she should consider the fact that Grandma Leila would not
live to see Christmas. It was definitely a hard thing to think about
but she could not very well ignore the fact that the doctor might
have been giving her a warning.

When
she finally got a parking spot, it was almost ten past four. She was
half walking half running to the wards, cursing the hot heels that
made her look ever so sexy. When she got to Grandma Leila’s
room, her boyfriend Chad was waiting for her out of the door. She
could immediately tell that all was not well.

“Hey,”
Chad said forcing out a smile when he saw her.

“What
is it? What happened?” Amelia asked as he looked at him. Chad
shook his head and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her cheek
softly and stroked her honey hair.

“Nothing
happened, baby. It’s okay. Everything is okay,” he said
in a soft voice.

“But
why do you look so worried?”

“Doctor
Van Der Heusen is in there with her, that’s all. We can’t
go in right now.” Chad was still stroking her hair as he talked
softly.

“I’m
scared…I don’t know how much longer I can take this,”
she said as a single tear began rolling down her cheek. She looked
into his eyes as he brushed the tear off using his thumb.

“I
know,” he said in a soft voice. “I know.” He took
her hand and led her to a bench outside Leila’s room. “Come
on, have a seat. You look exhausted.”

“I
am,” Amelia started as she exhaled loudly, again. “I gave
the presentation today.”

“Really?
How did it go?”

“Leo
loved it. And Ava too. Guess this is the next big thing as far as
fashion is concerned,” she said with a smile. “Leo said
so himself.”

“Well,
I’m glad,” he said just as Amanda, Amelia’s sister
and her boyfriend Mark walked up to where they were.

“Hey,”
Mark said as he gave Amelia a long tight hug. “You okay?”

“Honestly
Mark, I’ve been better,” Amelia said before she gave her
sister a hug.

“What
is going on? Why are you both out here?” Amanda asked.

“Doctor
Van Der Heusen is in there with grandma. Tests, cleaning, the usual.”
Amelia interlaced her fingers with her sister’s. “He
should be out in a few minutes.”

“Are
you alright?” Amanda asked. “I mean, you were always so
close to Grandma Leila, more than anyone.”

“I’m
okay, I guess.” Amelia tucked a stray strand of hair behind her
ear. “I think I am officially numb from all this and work and…”
her voice trailed off and then she turned to look at Amanda. “I’m
just tired, sis,” she finally said, forcing out a smile.

“It’s
a lot for everyone,” Amanda said.

Just
then, the doctor walked out of Grandma Leila’s room. As if on
cue, Amanda and Amelia walked up to him almost immediately. They were
looking up at him, their eyes full of hope that Doctor Van der Heusen
would give them some kind of good news.

“Ladies,”
he started with a soft sad look in his eyes. “I know I have
suggested a hospice over and over again…”

“We
are not taking our grandmother to a hospice,” Amanda said
curtly cutting the doctor off. From the corner of her eye, Amelia saw
Mark placing a reassuring hand on her sister’s shoulder.

“I
know but her stats are not changing. If anything, she is just getting
worse and she seems to be taking a turn towards that point of no
return.” The doctor was now looking at each Gold girl in turn.
“Even with the machines, we cannot do anything if she codes at
this point.”

“What
does that mean? What do you mean when you say you cannot do
anything?” she asked. Doctor Van der Heusen looked at Amanda.

“You
didn’t tell her?” he asked.

“Tell
me what? What the hell is going on?” Amelia asked. She was now
getting antsy. She’d had a bad feeling all day and maybe, just
maybe, this was it. “Well, someone had better talk right the
fuck now!”

“Language
Amelia!” Amanda said in a loud whisper.

“I’ll
leave you to talk alone,” the doctor said before he began
walking away but Amanda held his hand.

“No.
Stay.” She said without looking at him.

“Grandma
Leila signed a DNR, Amelia,” Amanda finally said after what
seemed like forever.

“A
DNR? What the hell is that?” Amelia asked feeling more confused
than ever.

Amanda
looked at Chad who was now taking Amelia’s hand.

“Why
won’t you guys talk to me?” Amelia asked, feeling even
more frustrated.

“Baby,
A DNR is a Do Not Resuscitate order. It means that Grandma Leila does
not want to be brought back if she begins showing signs…”
Chad never got a chance to finish his sentence.

“The
hospital is going to let Grandma Leila die?” she asked, her
voice quavering. She could feel herself slowly losing hope in
everything.