I couldn't believe it, I had always loved Victoria and I didn't mind her son, Brooklyn, either. I jumped on the bed and started screaming Hollie joined me. Her hair till perfectly intact. After about 5 minutes if jumping from bed to bed and mum occasionally joining in I sat down and re read the letter.
I called the number on the back of the letter, a camp man answered the phone.
"Hello, Victoria Beckham Paris, How can I help you?"
"hi, I'm Lola Greene, I'm calling about the letter you sent me about the Fa-"
"Stop right there, please say yes, they are going cray up here, stressing about who is going to do the finale dress!"
"I was long to say anyway, its the finale dress?"
"yeah beautiful piece, anyways I'll just speak to them hold on."
Mum gave me a thumbs up, the man came back on the phone.
"hey, can you come in in about an hour for a fitting?"
" yeah of course where? "
" we will text you the address, bye doll!"
The phone line dropped, I told mum and Hollie and went to have a shower. After I got dressed and ready. I packed my Louis Vuitton speedy and headed out with no make up on and my hair in a loose top knot i kissed mum and Hollie, they wanted to crash after their huge trip out! I hailed a cab and put in my headphones, Radio by Lana Del Rey played through my mind. The French cabbie let me know how much I owed and I payed him. I walked up to the white building a doorman opened the door for me I felt magical, a man sat at the reception.
"Lola, thank goodness you are here they are still stressing. I'm Francisco but you can call me Co!"
I laughed he led me up to the room that Victoria and her colleagues were sat in, the door said conference room. I took a deep breath as Co held the frosted glass door open for me.
