When plain simple nerdy Emma Cole goes to Hollen Tower for an interview she quickly realizes she is out of her league. The women of Hollen Tower are gorgeous, and their shoes cost more than her entire wardrobe. But an accident, and a talent for coff...
I came from the bathroom and it was time to dress. I took my dress out of the closet and laid it on the bed. Black. I'd been in love with the color black since I was five years old. Black described my life; it was dark. Black like the sky at night when my parents dropped me on the doorsteps of a foster home. Black like the basement I had to sleep in.
I gently applied lotion to my caramel skin and put on my lace underwear. I slipped into my dress next. It was a long-sleeved lace dress that reached just above my knees. I hoped it was appropriate for the function. I stood in front the full-length mirror as I combed my hair and applied my body fragrance. I put my shoes on and took a final look, making sure everything was perfect. I smiled at myself, I looked so beautiful.
A knock came at my door as I was about to head out to wait downstairs. I hoped it wasn't him, I just couldn't deal with him right now. I opened the door and saw a smiling Halley.
"Wow, black really is your color," she said as she allowed me to closed my door and we headed downstairs together.
"You look amazing by the way," I complimented.
"Thank you," she smiled.
She was wearing an ankle-length white dress and white shoes. Her make up was light and had a natural look to it. Her hair was pulled in a back bun with some tresses hanging neatly at the side of her face. She looked amazing. She really was beautiful.
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We sat in the living room and waited for Mr. Hollen.
I thought women were supposed to take more time than men when getting ready for an outing.
Halley and I waited for entire fifteen minutes, then he finally ran down the stairs. He took his car keys from the table and made his way over to us. We stood, ready to leave. He looked at us like if he had seen two angels.
"Wow, you ladies look so beautiful," he complimented and we returned ours; he did look sharp and handsome in his black Armani tuxedo. "Lets go," he ordered and we walked out the door after him.
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We arrived at a large building situated along a beach. There were security guards at the entrance and swarms of paparazzi. A red carpet was laid out.
Mr. Hollen took our hands and we walked up without any questions asked or any searches being conducted; we walked right into the building.
People were everywhere, women in dresses and men in tuxedos. There was drinking, talking and laughing from everyone all around. I looked around in amazement. A sweet jazz melody was being performed by a live band.
