It's currently 5am and I try my best to get up before Eryn's "glam squad" gets here.
I take a shower then head downstairs to eat whatever's left in my almost empty fridge for breakfast.
What the fuck?
My living room looks like the backstage of a modeling show. There's clothes, shoes, makeup, and hair products all over the place. I see what looks like the hair stylist coming towards me with a look as if she's confused. I just stand there still trying to process the current situation.
She looks at my hair, which I'll admit isn't in the best state and displays a disgusted look on her face.
"Eryn wasn't lying when she said it'll take a miracle for you." She says and continues to look at my hair in awe.
"Ok no, if your here to disrespect me in my house instead of doing your actual job your going to need to leave. Now." I say looking her straight in the eyes.
"She told you bitch." I hear what looks like the makeup stylist say while digging through his bag of cosmetics.
"Leave the poor thing alone, she just lost her job." The clothing woman says.
"I apologize, now we have exactly an hour to get you ready so let's start" The hair stylist says while looking at me.
I wish she didn't say those words.
I feel dizzy from the constant combination of hair spray and what looks like contour powder.
" Beautiful." I hear them both the hair and makeup stylist say in unison as they step away from me revealing a mirror.
I stare at myself in complete shock as I look at my reflection.
My makeup is a natural look and compliments my fair skin tone.
"Okay you guys had your fun it's my turn now. We have exactly 30 minutes to get her out the door." The clothing woman says grabbing my hand and pulling me over to the clothing rack.
She hands me a tan pants with a dark brown long sleeve shirt and a tan coat to throw over it all.
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Next she hands me black heels to put on.
Dam, I look hot.
"I know your amazed with yourself right now but you need to go, you're going to be late." I hear the clothing lady say from behind me.
"Right, thank you guys for everything." I say while leaving my house.
Next thing I know I'm in my car driving and arrive in the front of Marino INC.
I walk into the building where the secretary recognizes me and lets me know that Mr. Marino is ready to see me.
I feel anxious as we walk down a long hallway stopping in front of a double black door.
