I find the elevator and wait for it to come down. It’s one of those elevators that have mirrors in it so I take this last opportunity to make sure I look okay before I make my first impression on my new employer. My makeup is still intact and my hair looks generally all right. I use the rubber band technique a few times snapping it against my skin before the elevator doors open.
When the doors slide open and I step out, a woman who can’t be more than 30 is waiting for me. She’s grinning extremely widely.
She looks a bit like she could be my sister maybe because she’s got the same white blonde hair, but hers is dyed and her dark roots show slightly. She’s very beautiful. I think that must be one of the requirements of being a professional artist because I have never met an ugly professional makeup artist.
“Hi!” She greets me warmly, pulling me in for an unexpected hug. “I’m Lou! It’s amazing to meet you sweetie! I’m so happy to have you here!”
“Hi it’s nice to meet you. I’m so honored to be your assistant,” I tell her in a babbling manner as I pull out of the hug, “I’m-”
“Evangeline Turner. Hope Turners daughter.” She nods knowingly cutting me off, “I was so surprised when Miranda called me and told me that my new assistant was Hope Turners daughter, I didn’t even know Hope had a daughter! Your mum was a genius. Cheryl Cole’s makeup in in Stylist magazine a while back was so incredible! I swear I almost cried when I saw it!”
Not sure how to respond to this all I can do is nod, I’m a bit shocked at how friendly she is but then I manage a shy smile, “That’s me, but please call me Evan Ms. Teasdale!”
“I’ll call you Evan if you call me Lou!” She directs me smiling,
She’s about to say something else when there’s a thud and a loud babies cry. Lou sighs, “Oh Lux! No!” She says in a very motherly way as she begins walking into the other room, “Excuse me for one second!” She yells to me as the crying continues. I nod understanding. Lux must be her baby I surmise.
Her flat is very modern. Quiet a big difference from my flat where everything pretty much belongs from the 1950’s, with the exception of the TV. Everything looks new and like it was boughten from West Elm or Ikea.
When Lou emerges from the other room she is holding the most adorable baby girl I have ever seen in my life. Lou is rocking her slightly and her eyes are puff from crying. She sniffles a little bit. She has a tuff of blonde hair, blue eyes, and chubby cheeks that only a baby could pull of. Wearing a pink frilly dress, I can’t help but coo at her general adorableness.
“She’s just getting into standing and pulling herself up,” Lou explains chuckling, “She can’t walk yet but she falls quiet a bit.”
“Oh my god.” I whisper, “She’s so cute,” I inform Lou honestly.
Lou smiles, “Aw! Thanks babe!” Lou says graciously looking down at her daughter lovingly my heart aches a little bit as I think of my mother but I try to push those thoughts away for now, “Oh my god how rude of me!” She says suddenly breaking out of her trance, “Let’s sit down!” She walks over to her living room couch and sits down, and I follow sitting across from her.
“Her names Lux?” I question
“Yeah Lux. Like the Kristen Dunst character in the Virgin Suicides.” She explains bouncing her baby up and down on her knee.
“Hi Lux!” I wave and the little girl giggles clearly having completely forgotten about tripping earlier.
I laugh, “How old is she?” I ask Lou
