black dress, finally!

“Have you ever worked before?” her sound is as sharp as a knife as she lowers her glasses. This is Mrs. Manson, everyone. She’s the manager of Sanctuary and here I am, being interviewed.

“Um..nope.” I answer truthfully. She writes something on her paper and then she face me again, “Do you know anything about spa treatment or handicrafts?” she asks again, her green eyes sparks behind her expensive glasses. This time, I can answer better, “A little.”

“How little?”

“I know a thing about Swedish massage and aromatherapy massage..” I say as I feel more confident this time, “and manicure pedicure.” I suddenly remember about Bella and Nancy, the beauty therapists. “Would you like to work in a night shift?” she asks again.

“I prefer not.” I answer. You know what? My hands are sweating. Maybe this is why many people feel nervous when it comes to an interview for a job. We both silence for some time while she writes something on my paper.

“I’ve looked your resume paper and your CV. I’m glad you understand French and you have ever….” Suddenly a knock on the door cuts Mrs. Manson’s word.

“Come in.” she instructs. The door fly open and a girl with a brown curly hair and a red lips enters. “Don’t you think it’s too early?” Mrs. Manson asks the girl.

“I’m bored as hell out there. The reporters are all deaf. I’ve explained like hundred times to them that I’m doing‘chic and traditional’ pieces!” She says impatiently, waving her hand in the air. “Who is she?” she asks, pointing at me.

“Another applicant for the job.” Mrs. Manson says quietly, she looks tense since the girl’s around.

“Right then. I’ll wait for you in the car.” The girl says. Then she strolls to the door, open it and gone. “Excuse me for a second.” Mrs. Manson says while pushing her chair back and then off the door too. And so, I’m left alone.

The office looks neat, as I take a view around. The books are organized neatly and the papers are neatly put in piles. As I glance around, I caught myself looking at a picture of a girl on the wall. The lips and the hair color are exactly like the girl that came in a few minutes ago. Maybe, she’s her sister and Mrs. Manson’s other daughter.

Suddenly the door clicks open and I hurry sit on the chair as before. A head pop in, oh it’s Ian! “Hi! How’s it going?” he asks.

“Oh my god! You scared me! I thought you’re Mrs. Manson!” I exclaim.

“Well, she’s gone already. Heidy is going to go to Paris in 30 minutes and so she has to accompany her to the airport. She left a message for you, she said you can go home and she will contact you later on.” Ian says. I exhale in relief, so the interview has over?

“So, she’s finish with her question?” I ask again.

“Mostly, yes. She gave me the paper about you and I read it, not bad at all.” He says. I grin and take my bag. “Hey, just wondering, who’s that girl in the picture?” I can’t handle my curiosity much longer, I have to know!

“That’s Hayley Manson. Mrs. Manson’s second daughter or in other word, Heidy’s younger sister.” says Ian. You know what? Her name sounds familiar to me..

“where is she? I mean, if she’s not anywhere then why did Mrs. Manson hang her picture?” I ask more as I walk to the picture, looking at the girl. “in London. But she’ll be back in July, like always.” Ian says.

“Oh. And Heidy’s a designer if I’m not wrong?”

“Yes she is.” Ian replies shortly.

“Well, then I should go.” I say, heading to the door, “Thanks, anyway, for…..for everything! Bye!” I say before closing the door.

My house looks pretty bright and noisy this evening. The twins are playing PS2 and my mom is busy mixing cake dough. Not as always, my dad’s also home. “Hey Dad!” I kiss his cheek and sit beside him. “Hi honey!” he replies.

“How come you came home early?” I ask, taking a chip from his Pringles can. “if we’re done, we can go home. But usually, my works keep me in the office and that’s why I always come home late.” He says.

“Dad! I win!” Nathan cries. Dad praises him and Nicho looks pissed. Suddenly, my phone rang, it’s Vi calling. I quickly run upstairs to find quieter place and pick it up.

“Hi!” I know it has been a bad day for her since she has broken Sean up. Sean’s really confuse and I feel really guilty and responsible for their break up. Vi has told me for the hundredths time that she’s Ok, but still, it feels terrible.

“Hi Sugar! What are you doing?” she asks. Her voice sounds pretty normal which indicate she’s fine. “I have just arrived home. What’s up?” I ask.

“Listen, I got a plan for you. You don’t have to work at the Sanctuary if you wanted to. Sean’s dad has got a coffee shop at the 57^th Avenue, maybe you should come and try to apply for a cashier there. Sean said the shop needs an evening cashier and…”

“No, Vi. I’ve applied to Sanctuary and the manager seemed to like me. There’s no way I’m gonna let Ian and the manager down.” I say in conclusion.

“Ok then, if you’re sure. Anyway, Sugar, I want you to come to this charity evening at The Goddess with me, it’s still a week from now but I think I need someone to talk to. You know, I don’t know any of the guests and mostly, they’re as old as my Mom. Would you please come with me? Please, please, please?” she pleads.

Let’s see, do I have any choice? A girl like me never ever happened to have a plan a week earlier, everything just comes up when it’s time and that’s why I never plan anything.

“Ok.” I say and Vi “yay!”ing in delight. See, that’s one of the many usages of friend, to accompany you to a charity evening. “Thanks a lot Sugar! You’re the best! Anyway, the dress code is black and there will also be some reporters from cool magazines and a fashion show. So the famous Elle magazine’s crew will come to see the event to be reported in the next issue!” she says.

“Wow! What should I wear?” I ask.

“anything as long as it’s black! Black bikini sounds good for you!” I just want to retort back when she says, “oh it’s my mum with her new gown designer! Got to go Sugar! Ciao!” and then the connection broke.

Oh my god! The event is a week away and I don’t have anything to wear! Sounds familiar, huh? And suddenly an idea pops into my mind, the e-bay dress! I quickly turn on the computer and log on to e-bay. The dress is still sold, lucky me!

The bidders are tough, but I really have to have the dress before anyone does, the reason is now getting stronger, it’s because of the Charity Evening!

After some minutes thinking on how much I want to bid, I finally typed $125. I know it’s kinda stupid for some little black dress without brand, but I totally need it! And I adore it! The bow, the length, the tube top, everything! It looks totally fab to be worn at night, it’s simply because of the tiny star-shaped glitters and…..and I want it!

Not long after that, it was sold…to me! I jump and scream in delight. I finally get the dress! And now, I have to think, where do I get those money? I take out my small piggy bank and opens it. There are $80 inside and I’m pretty proud of myself for keeping those money, I know they will come to the most important thing I need some time. And this is the time!

I go downstairs and after pleading my dad to give me the rest of the money I need I quickly send it to the seller and there! Done! My dress will come tomorrow or the next 2 days! yay!