𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝚳𝚨𝐑𝐑𝐈𝚨𝐆𝐄// 𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐅

CHAPTER 17 (BOOK 2)

Y/N'S  POV

“Hey, Y/N, wake up. You're going to be late for the meeting,” my brother said, or rather shouted, while pulling the duvet.

“Just two more minutes, and I'll wake up. Please,” I said and pulled my duvet back.

“Two minutes, seriously?” he said in an ‘I am so done with you’ tone.

“Yes, now shut up and let me sleep,” I said and hugged my pillow.

“I guess I'll have to tell the collaborator to come and get you himself.” The moment those words spilled out of his mouth, I stood up straight. He laughed out loud at my disheveled state.

“You're so mean for this. You know I couldn't sleep last night properly beca—”

“Because they emailed you and told you to come today sharp at ten. Your excitement and anxiety wouldn't let you sleep. I know that very well, sis. But you need to get up and get ready for the project. It's eight already. You'll take an hour to get ready.  God knows what you do to take so long,” he spilled all the things casually.

“We girls are super hygienic compared to you boys. You guys don't even bathe properly or change your clothes,” I said and rolled my eyes.

“Okay, fine, we'll talk about this later, but please get ready. We need to leave on time to reach there on time. You know, the first impression is the last impression,” he said, and I nodded.

“Yes, I know. I hope everything turns out well,” I said.

“Everything will turn out well, baby sis.” He came to my side and kissed me on my forehead.

How should I tell him that my gut feeling is saying something else?

That something unexpected will happen.

This unexpected thing will change my life.

And that too, not positively, but negatively.

“Now get up and get ready,” he said, and I nodded.

I stood up and went to the washroom to do my routine.
I got ready and wore a business casual outfit that clearly showed that I am a model, a boss lady, and a classy woman. I laughed at the thought of calling myself a bossy lady when I can't even order my brother around.
Jokes apart, I wore an outfit that would give them the surety that they did the right thing by taking me as their model.

I have a thought that comes to me every time I feel less confident:
Whenever you feel less confident, wear an outfit that makes you feel confident. One that makes people turn their heads to look at you and say,

"What a classy woman she is."

"She's got an amazing aura, personality, or attitude."

That is what I am doing—dying internally but not showing it.

Finally, you are ready. Don't screw it up because of your low self-confidence. I am saying it again, don't crew it up. You are looking hot, stunning, and classy. Be confident; you are going to make it and take it.

I said this to myself while looking at the mirror.

"Y/N, you ready?" My brother shouted.

"Yes, coming," I said, giving myself a thumbs up before heading out of my room.

After doing all the necessary things, having breakfast, checking myself for the nth time, and getting hyped up by my brother, we finally went for the meeting. It was a half-hour drive, and I must say that my brother works for a very prestigious company. The building's exterior was impressive, and the interior was lavish.