“An old woman?” Natalie asked curiously. “What did she look like?”
“She had a mole on her face. She was also dressed in a flashy style,” Sally described as she recalled the old woman’s appearance.
The corners of Natalie’s mouth tugged upward and she instantly knew who it was. She held her forehand in her hand. Feeling dumbfounded, she said, “Sal, was that old woman called Mercede?”
“Yes! That’s it. That’s her name.” Sally slapped her forehead. “Oh man, I swear I remembered her name when she introduced herself the second time. I guess my memory’s not as good, huh? I’m lucky to have you remind me of her again. Say, how’d you know her name was Mercede? Have you met her by any chance?”
“My mentor’s name is Mercede, remember?” Natalie replied.
Sally’s jaw dropped. “Oh of course! How could I forget? So she’s your mentor, huh?”
“Yup.” Natalie nodded. “I told her where I was staying when I came here for my competition. She told me she’d meet me, but I didn’t think it would be so fast.”
Mercede was one of the judges in the final round of the international competition. Hence, Natalie was surprised that Mercede came to visit her.
“I’m sorry, Nat. I didn’t realize that she was your mentor. I would have invited her in if I knew that…” Sally said apologetically.
“That’s okay. I’m sure it’s going to be fine. I’ll just give her a call later.”
“Alright.” Sally nodded.
Natalie quickly dialed Mercede’s number once she hung up the call with Sally. I wonder why she’s here at such an early time. Shouldn’t she be attending some high-class designer gathering?
Yet, Mercede didn’t pick up.
Natalie wasn’t worried that Mercede was in danger just because the latter didn’t pick up her call. After all, she was a top-notch designer that was constantly surrounded by bodyguards. Hence, Natalie doubt she would be in any sort of danger.
She must be caught up with something, that’s why she didn’t pick up my call.
Natalie decided to text Mercede next.
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