Beautiful But Damned

3

"What party is not our song?" I ask leading me toward the runway. I can not believe, She  put our song! She knows that music always pulls me up the morale, impossible stand still. The Traversuras melody starts and from that when everything else does not exist. I move to the rhythm, accompanied from my friend who moves her hips in a sensual way. We continue to dance regardless of being under the eyes of all. I look up and my attention is drawn to someone behind her. "Blue Eyes" is looking at me, indeed he is eating me, I would say. I do not know why but I find all this pleasant. With eyes fixed on him constantly to move in sensual way.

The song says, "Girl, what are you doing to me? I'm not lying, there is a detail that escapes me of your body. " He runs his hand through his hair. It seems frustrated. I have never provoke a man, imagine a stranger. Her presence brings out my bit mischievous. Never happened before. "What are you watching so interesting?" He asks Clara. does for turning around but taking her by the shoulder block. "Nothing, I thought I had seen a person but I was wrong ' chin. I do not want you face strange ideas. After all there is nothing but she would have a castle.

Best avoided. I throw the eye looking for him again, but he's gone. Too bad, I liked the strange game of looks. A little 'disappointed I keep dancing but I have the feeling of being watched. Surely it is simple paranoia. Come on, who would he waste his time watching me? What idiocy. Pass the next three hours, hoping to meet him again but without success. It seems to have disappeared into thin air. maybe is the case ending the night and sleep on it. definitely worth coming. Greet Clara, promising to feel the next day, and I go. I'm tired, I can not wait to get home, take off this dress and these heels hell and fall into the arms of Morpheus.

For a week I've done nothing but think about the mysterious man. I was fascinated. He had that "I do not know that." The mobile sound brings me back to reality, I grab him and without look who's answer. <<Ready?>>. <<Elisa Ston?>> Asked a female voice unknown to me. <<Yes, it is I>>. <<I call to schedule an interview for the post of assistant at Truston.>> Here are the words I wanted to hear. When I sent my resume, I was sure that I would not He called. Apparently I was wrong. <<Yes, tell me>> I say sheepishly. I was surprised in a not the best time, I was cleaning the house.

<<The interview will take place tomorrow at 15:00. Be punctual. >> Perfect, I'll give the best of me, I have to get there. <<All right>>. On the other side of the phone  I didn't  hear anything. Viva kindness, even a greeting. Little jump for joy and I do the dance of happiness. Yes, I will have an interview at Truston! I can not believe, I'm over the moon. Now it is absolutely necessary to do shopping and find the perfect dress. If they see how I dress in normal life, I would not take never. I am a sporty type: jeans, t-shirts and shoes Gymnastics is my motto. I need  Clara, she is the sorceress style.

I send a message with a request for help: "SOS. Tomorrow at 15:00 interview at Truston. What to wear? ". Answer: "OMG! In ten minutes from me. You go shopping ". I smile when I read the message, I had I doubt that she would help me. I can always count on she, It was very close at times when the world was for me black. I take a quick shower, I put the first things that I comes to hand, grab the car keys and go out of house so fast that I do not even look at mirror.

When I get to her house, she is already there waiting for me with a sullen face. <<You're late 20 minutes>> she says, pointing to her watch. I shrug. <<Traffic>> I reply. Surely there is not waterfall but decides to fly over and gets in the car. There I watch as she looks out the window without a word; very strange, usually very talkative. I would like to investigate but I am convinced that if it were something important,  she would tell me about it. After touring for three hours and saw any outfit possible imaginable, Clara finally finds what she said is perfect for me: a little black dress, definitely not my thing but alas I have to if I want to get there. Of my own I will never would spend all this time for shopping. But since it's an emergency, and it is important for my future, We have to adapt.

<<Look, you're beautiful>>  she says, pointing to the mirror. I peer at my reflection, and I must say that I dress is well, it's tight and stressed my dry  body . it seems to me higher even my five-eight, is not short as I thought, She arrives slightly above the knee, and then the black highlights the color of my hair light brown and green eyes. I make one last twirl watching me. <<You can go>> I sentence resigned. <<Let's say that I have not much choice. Either that or nothing.>> <<I do not understand why do not you value you more, you are a beautiful girl>>. There it goes again, always the same lecture. 

<<You know I'm not made for these things.>> It is the truth, this manner of dress does not belong to me, do not think I'm ready for the transformation. <<Let us make a pact: if you get this job, I have the right to change the way you dress ... At least in public. >> I stare for a moment hoping I'm joking but his eyes express determination. Let '... If I stay as I am, I have comfort; if I decide to change, I'm sure she would use me as a dummy for all designer clothes that befall on hand. I would say no with all of myself but then I know that would make her happy. Rest for a moment think about it and, after several minutes, I take my decision.

<<All right>>  I say puffing. <<What harm you could do to me?>>. begins jumping for joy like a child. now the damage is done, I can not draw back. After this day, I think I need to relax, I have to be at the height of strength to face the interview tomorrow. I have to prepare myself psychologically, for me it's the first time

Since I finished studies, I worked as a business consultant for a year but I never had to do an interview, I had the place thanks a friend of my father. I hope that everything is fine, I want to grow professionally. Joining Truston equals win the jackpot. I fall asleep praying all the saints, I want to get that place.

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