Two years later, Nandi sits in her study, working on a design of a dress for the next Paris fashion week. Her fashion label, Nelly Design, has received good reviews and now she has been invited to fashion week as one of the rising talents.

Her career seems to be taking off. She has made friends and discovered new hobbies. She has created a happy life for herself. Often when she is asked about her family, she tells them the imaginary story of what she wished her life was like. Inside, she wishes all that were true. She wishes she could call her family and tell them about her amazing life in Paris, tell them about being invited to one of the biggest fashion shows and just have someone to talk to.

It’s a Sunday evening, so when Nandi is finished with the design, she goes to the kitchen to prepare Sunday dinner, just like they did at home every Sunday. Nandi is expecting a few friends over.

Nandi got to France and made vegan friends who convinced her to become vegan. She lost weight and she looks so amazing with her curves still intact. She thinks about how jealous her sisters would be if they saw her right now.

Suddenly the phone rings. “Hello, Nelly James, here,” she answers curiously. “Who is it?”

“Oh, my name is Mrs Jacobs and I’m looking for Nandi Jacobs,” a familiar voice says. It’s her mother.

Nandi panics and hastily ends the call. I’m Nelly James now, she tells herself. When she moved to France, she decided to have a fresh start. She had changed her name from Nandi Jacobs to Nelly James. That way, her family wouldn’t be able to find her.

For the rest of the evening, Nandi paces up and down, wondering how her mother had gotten hold of her number. “Had I not covered my tracks?” she asks herself.

When her friends finally arrive, she is relieved and happy to see them, but her mind still lingers on the call.

Amanda, one of her friends, notices she doesn’t look well. She calls her to the side. “Nelly, are you sure you are okay? You look unsettled, there must be something bothering you,” asks Amanda, putting her left arm around Nandi’s shoulders.

“Trust me, I’m just happy to have you guys around,” replies Nandi with a smile.