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FAUX ENDED

All Hallow Even was once my favorite holiday, but now on the celebration for nonexistent souls was filling up horrendously. In fact, I, myself is considering my own soul as dreadful. Either real or imaginary, I do not have anything to do with poltergeist and ghouls who ensorcelled innocent people and giving them recompense in return. It suddenly came into realization that October 31 is my beloved husband's 11th death anniversary and the grand opening of my interior design shop which named after my lost grandma who is now along with the grave of my husband, ‘Amore’ – derived from a Spanish word that means 'love'. The spot of our shop is from the aged building along the Bellevue Street in the city of Seattle which built in the late 1967, but unfortunately combusted in 1999 by a group of unknown rebels who fought for nothing but trouble. It came after the eclipse ahead with the starry night and known to be the most horrifying night of the city. Until now, when every star in darkness will pull apart like a seam, reminisce of the tragic incident flashes back like a nightmare. Through spans of years, rebuilding was finished in 2007 which is the year of present. I found the place as in its majestic look and was easy-to-find whereas it is in the heart of the city, so I took the chance to get a space for my new business that happened to be my first trial of being business opportunity seeker.

"I must have been so enthusiastic to take this opportunity. Thank you for everyone who successfully made it here" I said to my audiences of twenty-two. I did not expect Celestine Rumwaldo to manifest her opinion. She is a black-American and a neighbor of mine who collects black Santas from around the world, also when she yawns; it looks and sounds exactly how my husband did.

Though enthusiasm was what I was feeling during my speech, still, there was a space for worrying that something might happen suddenly while the night is on show.

"Oh! God," I rant boldly, "Nobody in this family feels my sufferings and pain. Nobody even cares if I cry blood and think of my reputation as an interior designer."

"You have got a bad opening today if you continue jitters. Every person feels the same as what you feel right now and that is natural. You do not have any to worry about because I am sure that the succession will arise after this. Trust me." Said Joseph Hastingson. He is a wise man, a preceptor, and a confidence-booster friend of mine. He has been with me for three decades through thick and thin. I almost knew everything about him, even the number of plates in his home. He is my co-partner in the business actually. And he really is very supportive.

Thirty years ago since my parents sent me here in Seattle. I still remember it was Saturday morning while walking across the houses of our street, I saw a park with a lake in the middle and the trees around with the children playing on the playground. I do not know how I have been there, but I certainly am sure that there is an imaginary magnet that causes me to attract the place. A guy walks towards me who became my first friend, and now my best friend, Joseph.

When I was suffering depression from my husband's demise eleven years ago, Joseph suggested a lot of things that might help me lessen the pain that I am feeling. It is not that I want him to be my next husband. He is totally perfect best friend to be with, and therefore, there are no barricades about our closeness.

Joseph is so much skillful that he even helps me decorating my home. Once, every room had been done and redone. Way back then after making my business, millions of ideas was popped into my messy mind and start to ask friends if they want a plan of design in their houses and willing to pay me back, while actually it is Joseph's original ideas.

Later after the opening and chats from my guests which started at lunch and almost ended at nearly 6 o'clock, I have prepared dinner for them. Since the grand opening date is coincided in October 31, costumes have been given to the guests and wear them until the program ends. I have really planned for the costumes but I did not expect that the guests would like it so much, even if it is considered a costless, but a memorable thing of the night.

After the night party, of course I have never forgotten my beloved husband. I have prepared some of his favorite and my own recipe dishes like roasted whole chicken and a chicken Greek salad that he found it mouth-watering. This sets as my yearly ritual for him to be remembered. As I do always, I put an empty plate in front of mine which symbolizes his existence, not physically but in my heart. Though I am the only one who eats all of what I have set, I do not mind it. What the most important thing is I do it all because I still love him no matter what.

Even though I am at age, I decided to take the Council for Interior Design Qualification (CIDQ) for me to have an official license in interior designing rather than depending to Joseph’s. A day after my registration, I took the exam. After the examination, there is a fear that bothers me. I do not know if it is the thought of failing or passing.

"My dearest friend," said Joseph in politest way that he can, "do not feel frightened, just be brave instead and feel the pleasure of interior designing. Remember that the only thing that fears you is yourself." "Oh darn," I whispered, rolling my eyes and putting a sweet face as I looked at him, "Thank you for the motivation, Joseph.”

The optimism punches me while seeing the results of my exam. I am happy to announce that I passed it! "Did I do a great job?” I said to him boastfully.

“Of course! And by the way, we have a client meeting tomorrow.”

"Oh, I almost forgot about it. I will call you later, Joseph." I hastily replied. Though I admit having a struggle in my schedule, I did not let it show but Joseph has the power to notice every flaw within me.

Mrs. Rosalie Wroblewitz is our sixty-nine year old client from Washington who owns a flower-shop business. She already knew me because I used to buy a flower from her shop which I always put into my husband’s grave.

In the early morning, I have received a voice-mail that awakened me, instead of the saturated sunlight that I am expecting. “Get ready for our client’s meeting. I will pick you up after one hour.” He said from voice that awakens and cracked my ears after listening, casting away my daydreaming. I took a bath quickly, feeling the sensation of the clear water that shivers my skin, pulling my robe to be unwet and catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Took out my dress and wore it.

I heard a beep sound that called me. While walking outside, I called Maribella Stanner. She was a friend of Joseph since high school. I was thinking that he has a deep feeling for Joseph but I just shut my mouth and set aside my attitude of gossip, momentarily, and showed my professional side. Joseph and I have decided to take her as a part of our business because of her skills. I know, time will help me get closer to her.

"We will go to the shop after our client's meeting. Wait for us lady," I said to Maribella.

"Yes, ma’am.” She simply replied.

After our arrival at Mrs. Wroblewitz's house, I have noticed that Joseph is acting so weird that he smiles at me without a reason, unlike from the last night’s party that he becomes so serious and amateur best friend. I do not mind it and just proceed with the plan that was already made for Mrs. Wrobelwitz’s house to get well-furnished. We took less effort for designing because it was all Maribella’s idea which I found it amazing.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wroblewitz.” Greetings from us with a beam.

“As well as you, my dearest. Have a seat. I will just prepare some green tea to boost your mind in able to plan well for my house’s interior design.” She said politely.

“So, the plan of her house, architecturally, it was pure early twentieth-century California kitsch, complete with an old rose exterior, arched porch, and a white-colored tile roof.” Joseph explained.

“Regardless of the décor, our goal is to create welcoming space that invites usage.” I said.

"I have never regretted choosing you as my interior designers. I am a hundred percent sure that everyone who sees and enters here will rhapsodize the design." She doubtlessly said to us.

“The project will start next week and will finish a month after. Is that ok with you, Mrs. Wrobelwitz?” I offered.

“Yes, of course. Here is the first check for your effort.” She smiled to us while talking.

“Thank you Mrs. Wroblewitz. See you on the first day of the project.” Resounded by Joseph.

After the talk, we will go now to the shop to check for updates. When we got into the place, I saw a visitor as I entered the shop. It is my Aunt Valerie Wilson, my aunt from Havana who had been successful in her career as a fashion designer and had been in Dubai for last eight years.

Dubai was the place she wanted most since she realized that she wants to pursue fashion designing in college. She took the course and study there. She chose Dubai over other countries because she believed that they offer the best education in terms of fashion designs. Unfortunately, she got pregnant but still, she pursued her education and brings back to what she had planned.

In the last time we talked, she mentioned that she had her two kids with her while separated from her husband. She is a demure woman that every man wanted, a woman with class, but she had the habit of becoming stupid when it came to love. Being biased is not a sin, therefore I am proud to say that she is my favorite aunt among my aunts.

"Aunt Valerie!" I hugged her so tight that she cannot even breathe properly. "I am so glad to see you. It has been eight years since we last saw each other and I have been waiting for this for so long."

"I am glad to see you, too Mary Elizabeth. I have something to tell you." She said calmly that the sense of serious talk-to-talk pulls me out that wanting me to talk to her privately.

I have not given the chance to introduce her; instead, I am thinking that after the talk, we could mingle to each other in a way that my Amore Interior Shop family will be included.

Aunt Valerie and I had decided to talk in a cafe near the shop with just a hundred meter away.

"Sorry for the unexpected appearance of mine today. I and my husband have decided to live here in Seattle. We will build our branch here but we had a trouble in picking a great design for our soon-to-be fashion business. Since you are an interior designer, I am asking for your help, can you?" She said worriedly.

She left me so speechless and it took me a long time to give an abrupt and thoughtless responce.

"I must have been nuts to take on this project, but of course I am willing to help you, Aunt Valerie. When we will get start then?” I answered back while stammering.

"We will start the next week Wednesday. I will let you see our home when you come." She said nicely with a smile and gave me her personal card that inputs her exact address.

“Okay Aunt Valerie, I will mail the plans for your home’s done and redone process.” I replied constantly.

After the talk, we have decided to go our separate ways. She, entering her car and me, going toward our shop to announce the great news.

Our business is still young yet we have already caught a big fish. My antsy feeling has vanished, including my inclusive thoughts. I uneventually surpass the feeling of being a needle trying to fit in a thread, at lasts, I break it all down.

”I have an important announcement,” Stealing their attention with my soft voice. “First of all, I would like to apologize because I have not given you time to mingle with my Aunt Valerie. It is just so sudden that myself is not even prepared for her come back.”

“It is okay. So, what is the big matter?” Joseph asked eagerly.

“My Aunt Valerie had decided to put her branch of fashion business here at Seattle. She asked our assistance in interior designing and is a big building that we will be decorating!” I almost shouted announcing the good news.

“Oh, that is great!” Said Maribellas in a high pitched voice, shocking the rest of us.

“It is our biggest project so far since we have opened the shop.” Said Joseph

And I have thought of another plan, “What if we increase the manpower of our shop? We will hire people urgently.”

“I certainly agree.” Maribella said.

“We will post some of the requirements outside the shop for them to see, and if there are interested, they will come inside and inquire.”

Plans have been discussed in the next minutes, until we did not notice that the sun has goes down and the work was done.

“Joseph, you will care of each the person who wants to be with us, Maribella, you will help Joseph for everything that we need. Maybe tomorrow, we will hire personnel. For now, let us call it a day.”

For the next morning, in not less than two hours, we already have five applicants. Maribella assisted them and Joseph, being the screener who sees if the applicants are suited for the job. From the five applicants, we have chosen two – Teresa Anderson, a four-year-experienced in interior designing from one of the biggest interior design company in the city. She is not sensitive in telling her rationale on why she left the last company that he worked for many years. Trust issues and loyalty are some of the reasons. Second is Jessica Young -- a twenty-one year old fresh interior designer graduate from Washington University. Her fortes are more on modern and contemporary designs and her family owns the same business also but she wanted a separate ways from them. We have chosen them because of the unique qualities that we are definitely looking for like being wise in putting a design of each of every detail that we have given to them.

“We are glad that we have hired you in this small shop that we had and I was hoping that you will get a nice start, with the good ambiance in here and the people, too. Your job will start right now, hoping you enjoy being with us for the next days.” I pleasantly forecasted.

Teresa happily replied, “Thank you very much for picking me despite of those issues I have encountered from my last company.”

“I am gratified since you have chosen me even if I am still new to this business.” Jessica has aforementioned.

We took a small welcome to our new employees and bought a food for everyone.

While holding our cups devoid with juices, Maribella and I talked a little bit. I was wondering that this is my chance to get closer with her. I was actually anticipated this before, but finally it happened. I was expecting that we will talk about our things; hobbies, pets, or maybe about girl’s things. I was shocked when she opened the topic about Joseph being weird. He actually noticed it too. It is far away from the Joseph that we have known for years. It came to my mind that he had a great problem that he did not want us to know. He even holds his phone so tight like he has his biggest secret in it. Even the files in his cabinet are secured with multiple locks. We do not know what to do or how to approach him. We decided to keep our mouths shut and just collaborate with him casually and professionally.

We cut our conversation and decided to go back in reality.

“Dramatic moments are over. We have to start working now!” I talked with gag. Though I do not yet have a time to mingle with the two, as what I have

Some ideas popped out from our witty minds. We have mixed it all and we have decided that the design of Aunt Valerie’s building will be mid-century modern. We called Aunt Valerie and talked about the design.

“The design will be depending on your plans. I have given my all trust and let you handle everything. It is all up to you and your team. All I want to see after is an excellent result.” Aunt Valerie discussed to us with eagerness and high expectations.

“Okay Aunt Valerie. The building will be finished in four months.” I replied.

Another day had passed, then Joseph had been decided to go back to work, but it seems like he is not in good condition. Maybe it is just his mood swings. I cannot fathom why he acts so bizarre these last weeks. Did we do something to him that he even took us into a terrifying world where every act he will do is like a candle flowing, and when it melts down, it is gone. I have consulted Maribella again but we both nothing else to do with him. I acted normal in front of everyone, but I felt hurt whenever I saw him and I do not had a clue if he knew it, but this ego that he makes me feel is swallowing my care little by little.

Later, Mrs. Wroblewitz’s house was done.

“You never disappointed me. I am sure your clients will be as happy as me after they will see your finished work.” Mrs. Wroblewitz again, praises our work.

From the efforts that we have been through, at last, the project had been finished. We are nervous about what Aunt Valerie will comment our work.

We celebrated at the shop, with food that we bought from a restaurant beside the coffee shop of Bellevue Street that we are in. After the celebration, we had to face another judgment because our greatest project was not yet finished, but still we had to celebrate because it was our first and successful client after our opening.

Months have passed, the project of Aunt Valerie’s branch of business has finished. And now we are going to show her what we have done.

On our way to the building, the feeling of nervousness at the night’s party flashes back. And as always, Joseph helped me to become safe and sound in feeling.

“Oh my stars, what a work that has been done! Just look at all the marble and chrome. And the color scheme, wow. White, black, hot red and gold accents is so elegant. If I did not know better, I would have thought that it is all faux. These are more than what I truly expected.” She praised it well.

“Thank you for your rhapsodize Aunt Valerie. Thank you for trusting us. I hope that you will be more satisfied and has no regrets as all of your employees will work here soon. ” I said.

“This will be memorable for us, Aunt Valerie. See you in your grand opening!” Joseph said.

And the project was over. Joseph and I have decided to bought foods and drinks in our way back to the shop. I was so happy, but suddenly, I saw him texting someone and he caught me seeing it and hid his phone. I do not want to expect, but I think he has a surprise to me since my birthday is coming. Instead of disappointing myself, I just totally do not mind what I saw and what Maribella and I had observed about Joseph. While we are in the car, I have received an email from anonymous person, saying: “All of your best friend’s idea was faux ended. He copied it all from other interior designers’ ideas. I am sorry for uneventfully confessing all of the details that I have known because I know that you will be hurt and disappointed when you find out about this. ~Hx”

I was shocked and angry at the same time because he is just beside me, smiling at me. I wanted to confront him instantly but I did not want to ruin the day. All of my expectations were gone. Instead of getting angry, this time, I stay calm. We celebrated first and I will set a plan on the next day to be the day that I will talk to him one-on-one.

My anger is flowing. My temper is vanishing. I am out of my mind. There is no sense of rubbing my temple. I started to think that it was his secret that he is hiding to us, to me. Of all the people who exists, only him who I have truly trusted. I have even poured it all until it flows like water in a container. When I went home, I lost my appetite in eating, even in sleeping. I have forced to take pills and stay calm. I want to be prepared seeing him tomorrow.

In the next day, I went to the shop as early as 5 a.m. in the morning. I think deeply and ask myself if the words that I have thought last night are enough. I have waited…and waited… and waited, but he did not show up. Another email was sent to me from the same anonymous person who confesses the dirty secrets of my best friend, Joseph. And I read it.

Dearest Mary Elizabeth Runaway,

From the first time I saw you, I was mesmerized by your beauty. It was in the lake where it seems like you are familiarizing the place. I did not expect that I fell for you instantly because of your sweet voice, golden hair, angelic smile, almost everything, even your heavenly scent perfume that you use. I did everything to be closer to you even if you are like a sun; still I want to hold you even if I get burned. I will always love you, but sadly you have married another guy. It is so painful that I cannot even touch your heart as your dead husband did. Not only for the designs that I have done, I was trying to faux your husband’s ability for you to liked me, but it was unsuccessful I maybe your greatest friend, but I treat you as my princess, still hoping to become my queen. I want you to know that I regret all of the mistakes that I have caused to you. You may call this an act of cowardice, but this is the only way that I can manifest all of my feelings for you. I have just realized that I will never get the chance of asking your forgiveness even if it is too late now to say sorry. I just cannot hold my feelings for you anymore and now I am ready to let it go. ….

Your best friend,

Joseph Hastingson

From the email that he has sent, I lay my head with my office’s chair, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and started to cry.

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