Being 24 and recently laid off from my job was not all it was cracked up to be. But one job application-that I filled out only because my best friend has the best puppy dog eyes-changed it all.
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"I don't know, Jisoo. This seems pretty risque, don't you think? I mean, I'm meeting my possible future employers. Shouldn't I show...less skin?" I grimaced as I stared in the full body mirror.
My eyes roamed over the dark, forest green spaghetti strap dress that went down to mid-calf with a slit on the side, stopping a couple of inches above my knee. The material hugged my waist and hips comfortably, leaving nothing to the imagination.
The neckline covered my cleavage, thank God, but left most of my chest and collarbone visible. Jisoo threw a pair of nude heels at me that had one strap around the ankle, and another across my toes, which had been freshly painted with a coat of nude nail polish as well.
A dainty necklace sat at the base of my neck which had one small pearl in the middle, resting right above the dip in my collarbone.
"Violet, this is perfect! The restaurant is very upscale and this will fit perfectly. Also, you are an attractive young woman. So yes, show some fucking skin. What do you think they'll do? Complain?"
She looked at me with raised eyebrows. I pursed my lips before sighing softly. Why did she always have to make good points?
"Fuck it, you're right. I need to do something with my hair though." I gestured to the light brown mop which was in a bun at the top of my head and she nodded, gesturing to the chair that was under my vanity.
"Start on your makeup, I'll go get my straightener."
I sat down, watching her leave my room through the vanity mirror. I gazed at the makeup products in front of me as I let thoughts cloud my head. I couldn't help but be nervous.
What if I said something dumb, or made a fool of myself? Or worse, what if I thought everything was going great when in reality, they actually hated me?
I groaned softly as I started dabbing foundation onto my skin. I pressed it in harder than usual. Maybe that would knock some sense into me.
"Okay, got the stuff. You'll be good to go for the rest of the night." Jisoo said, walking back through my door. She didn't waste any time getting the products ready for use.
We worked together quietly. She made the mess that was my hair into beautiful soft waves, while I worked on getting rid of the bags under my eyes and brightening up my skin.
I added the last layer of mascara to my lashes, making my hazel eyes pop. I put the tube down and looked at myself. My face was contoured but I still looked like me.
My cheekbones were naturally high and dusted with pink blush, and my slightly pointed, straight nose glittered softly with the light layer of highlight I put on the bridge. The freckles on my skin could still be seen through the sheer layer of foundation, but I didn't mind.
