It was her | h.s

4

I slowly stepped inside trying to catch my breath. It was hard to do with my heart knocking against my rib cage.

I went up to Miss Carla-Jones and shook her by the hand. This person in charge of the UoFaD (University of Fashion and Design.) in London. And yet she was also the person that could make or break my future. It has been my dream ever since I was 15 to work with big celebrities all over the world and design their clothes that they wear for their performances. Some of the people here have serious talent and I hope I make the cut.

"Please take a seat Miss Smith"

You got this Raelynn.

"So I hear you want to come to this university due to the circumstances of wanting to become a professional fashion designer. Please. Tell me why"

Here we go. Breathe.

"It has been my dream ever since I was 15. The idea of working with fashion and celebrities has always struck me. I used to watch fashion shows all the time and used to go to concerts. All of their outfits were exquisite. From the day I saw people walk out in these types of clothes I knew that's what I wanted to do. And what better place to come than UoFaD?"

"Well it seems like you have it all figured out? May I take a look at your portfolio and previous grades?"

I take out my portfolio and grades then hand it to her. I think she noticed my hands were shaking because she chuckled to herself as I handed them to her.

I sat there for what felt like hours listening to the sound of Carla flicking through the papers. Apart from that you could hear a pin drop. It wasn't awkward silence. It was just... nerve racking.

I decided to look around the room instead of at her otherwise I'd feel like a creep. I didn't actually realise how beautiful her office was because I was to busy focusing on getting my words right. Her office was filled with gigantic rectangular windows that gave you an amazing view of the city of London. Her shelves were filled with many succulents and what I'm assuming is pictures of her family. It was a brown and cream themed coloured office, it was beautiful. The room itself was huge. It would hurt my neck if I looked all the way up to the ceiling because that's how high it was-

"Right." She says while putting my portfolio and grades down. It interrupted my train of thought about the office so it caused me to jump a bit.

"I see you took graphic design and textiles as part of your options?"

"Yes I did. They have always been my passion in the terms of subjects."

"You have some really good design ideas I must say."

"Thank you so much"

I was trying so hard not to get my hopes up incase she said-

"But"

Oh shit. There's the word. The word I was dreading. Was she going to say I didn't qualify  or that I wasn't good enough.

All of the "what if's" started flooding my head. I told myself to prepare for the worse. I'm sure I'll find some place else. I let go of the breathe I didn't even know I was holding and prepared for it.

"I don't think you're good enough to work here-"

My heart sunk

It felt like all my dreams had just been taken and ripped up right in front of me. I had to say something to change her mind otherwise I'd never get a shot.

"Miss, please if you let me explain I have more photos-"

"I've seen enough photos.if you had let me finish you would've realised I was about to say you aren't good enough to work here because your work is too good. They wouldn't set as high enough expectations as you deserve. Which is why, if your up for it I will call the CEO of UoFaD in New York City."

I did not just hear that right. New York City? My work being too good for London UoFaD? They wouldn't have set as high expectations I deserve? My heart was beating so fast and my breathing pace quickened. I wasn't having a panick attack. I'm just in shock. This moment doesn't feel real right now.

Oh shit, have I responded yet

Fuck I look like a weirdo for just staring

Okay

Say something

"Oh my goodness! Thank you so much"

I couldn't help the tears at this point. I just let them fall. This has been my dream and now it was all coming true. All the big celebrities have shows there!

I wonder who I was working with first.

But then I began to think about my mum. I'd be gone for roughly two years at least. Would she cope? She'd be all on her own. I get that she's been supportive of me my entire life but was I ready to leave her? At nineteen? I'm not sure. I had to think about it

"Is it okay if you give me maybe a few days just to think on it? I'd just have a few things to sort out"

"Of course! If you chose to take the job then on your flight to NY, which would be paid for via us, you'd find out who your first client is!"

"That's amazing and I can't thank you enough for the opportunity. I'll call you in a few days if that's okay?"

"Thank you dear! Have a good day"

"You too Miss"

I didn't know what to think right now. I had a mixture of emotions all at once. I'd just have to call my mum and talk about it.

// holy crap this was a long chapter to type.