REPUTATION ──── CHARLES LECLERC.

vix.

chapter nine. i know places. 

Willa glances at Augustine. "What if he thinks I'm crazy?" she asks finally. 

"I doubt he will." Augustine reassures you as she digs through Willa's closet and pulls out a skirt. "Wear this one..." she says and then reaches for a halter top. "With this..."

Willa shakes her head and then looks at Augustine. "What if I just wear the white shirt and jeans...?" 

Augustine sighs. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Willa nods and then tucks her red hair behind her ear. "If you need me to come get you, I will." Augustine adds as she watches Willa pin her hair back. "Also, let me know how it goes. Call me."

Willa nods and glances at Augustine. "What if I'm not what he expected...?"

Augustine shrugged. "Then he's stupid."

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Willa laughs. "I remember my sister Eleanor once got gum stuck in her hair and she had a bob for about two years." she looks at Charles as she takes a sip from her coke.

He shakes his head. "My mom cuts my hair, I've never had a bad haircut." he admits.

"Oh I wish. My mom's stylist, she used to cut my hair all of the time, it was horrible." she says and tucks a strand of red hair behind her ear. "It was worse, one time I dyed my hair really dark, like my sister's hair and my mother had a fit."

"Why..?"

Willa shrugs. "Apparently, it was super noticeable and she didn't like it." her fingers toy with a bracelet around her wrist. "It was stupid, I won't lie to you."

He laughs and glanced at her. "I'm going to assume you have a favorite project."

She shakes her head. "Not really. I don't really care about acting, I like music." she hums and glances at the sky behind him, focusing her gaze on the sun, squinting as it gets in her eyes. "I'm better at it anyway. All I really am good at is crying on command."