THE INTERVIEW

The following morning, at the lodging house, Becca clapped her hands together, a determined look on her face. "Okay, Ava, let's get you ready for that interview! We'll make sure you knock Max's socks off."

Ava laughed, feeling a surge of excitement. "Thanks, Becca. I'm a bit nervous."

Becca waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be nervous, you'll do great. Now, let's start with your outfit. We want you to look professional, but also showcase your personality."

Ava nodded, and together they rummaged through her closet, finally settling on a crisp white blouse and a flowing skirt that highlighted her bright smile.

Next, Becca worked her magic on Ava's hair, styling it in loose waves that framed her face. "You look stunning, Ava," Becca said, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

Ava blushed, feeling a sense of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Becca. I feel like I can take on the world."

Becca grinned. "That's the spirit! Now, let's practice your interview skills. I'll be Max, and we'll