"Wanna give one a go?" I suggest to her with a small grin."Might be a bit premature, don't think Max is the marriage type quiet yet" She responds with a quiet giggle, then catches herself as we all stop and gape at her. She hasn't mentioned Max in that context in a very long time. Behind Poppy, Fra
I reload the web page several times to ensure that the online balance is correct. My heart sinks as the figure remains constant; I have £4.82 in my account. I knew living on my own would be difficult while I was in university, but I didn't expect to fall broke so quickly. I wouldn't get another salary for four days, and even then, it would only cover my rent and a portion of my food. My family was dealing with their own financial difficulties, so I couldn't exactly ask them for money.However, I don't have much time to think about this because I can't be late for my next lesson or I'll be in big trouble. I rise from my sat position in my bed and put on a white blouse and black jeans. I have yet to do my laundry at my building's damp basement laundry room, and they are the only clean pair of jeans I own. Before I go, I take a quick look in the mirror; my long brown hair is a mess, so I twist it into a tight bun to keep it out of my face. To be honest, I could have put more care into
But I'm so broke and hungry that a little extra cash would be welcome. What if everything went perfectly? What if Poppy and I had enough money to enjoy our time in London? Going to Self fridges to buy before having lunch at fantastic restaurants, my stomach agrees with a subtle growl, 'that would be nice'. I'm not sure why I'm thinking about it; it seems like a terrible idea and a no-brainer at the same time. I'm perplexed, and I'm still hungry. What's the harm in seeing what all the fuss is about?"I'll meet with them, but I'm not saying yes just yet," I groan as she enthusiastically claps her hands."Fantastic! Let's go get you into something sensual, and I'll drive you to their offices." She gets up and gathers her belongings."Wait a minute, right now? "Would you like to take me there right now?" I join her and swiftly re-adjust my bag to my shoulder. I don't have any more classes for the day, yet everything is moving too quickly."You are wasting away by the minute, the sooner
I've given them all the same replies, albeit extremely vague ones. "Well, I'm studying business and media at university and..." Lory leans forward in her seat, shaking her head, her hands resting on the enormous mahogany desk. "No, my sweetheart, not what you're doing now. What is your most ardent desire? If the sky was the limit, anything would be possible. What would you do if you were granted a wish for a life?" I pause for a second to ponder, but the answer rushes out of my mouth before I can stop it. "I've always thought it would be incredible to be a screenwriter, you know, writing for television and movies." "However, I'd also like to write books." My cheeks quickly flush when I say the words. That's something I've never told anyone else, not even Poppy. I don't want to look over at her and see what she thinks of me in case she thinks I'm a moron. Lory grins, as if this was the solution she was looking for. "Beautiful, simply beautiful." And available; many guys are lookin
"Next weekend he's taking me on his boat, I can't tell you the last time I was on a boat!" Lory grins as Poppy squeals with excitement, taking a drink of the tea brought in by her assistant."It's such a lovely time for it right now." Amelia, have you finished it yet?" I agree and pass Lory the forms, who scans them quickly before lifting her left eyebrow."You're still a virgin?" She inquires, puzzled. I nod, because it's never happened to me before. Guys don't seem to be interested in me; I'm almost invisible to them. Poppy beside me is astonished as well; I look at her and notice her gap mouthed expression. Lory is humming."That's a good thing Amelia, you'll make nearly double what other girls do because of it" Lory returns to the top page and glances at her computer monitor. "All that remains are your photos and measurements." "We might as well do them now while I have you here," she says, standing and motioning for me to do the same."Stand over there," she says, pointing to a s
Poppy has finished applying my makeup and is scouring my closet for an appropriate attire 45 minutes later."So, she didn't give you any hint about who your match is?" Poppy asks, holding a blouse on my chest before shaking her head and returning it to the wardrobe."No, no idea." "All she said was that she had the 'perfect man' for me," I repeat to myself as I go through my drawers."Perfect, huh? "I'm curious what he's like." She responds with a dreamy tone. I'm pretty sure Lory hasn't found 'the one' for me, but if she thinks he's a good match, I'm curious why. "How're you feeling?" Poppy interjects my thoughts as she arranges a black summer outfit on my bed for my approval. The skirt is beautiful and flowy, and the top half fits snugly against my chest, giving me a nice shape; not too revealing, but displaying a little skin, I nod my head appreciatively."I'm really nervous, I know I'm probably not going to meet him today, but Lory is kind of intimidating," I confess sheepishly
Unfortunately, Poppy is out with her friends and won't be able to assist me in getting ready for the night, so I'm on my own. I still have the rest of the afternoon, but if I do it alone, I won't have any time. I start going through my closet, seeking for the perfect outfit, or anything close enough. After considerable thought, I opted on a mid-length black tulle skirt and a white top. It's possibly not elegant enough, so I decided to be daring and wear a pair of high-heeled boots with it. Now that that's out of the way, I spend an hour on my makeup, which I have to redo twice because it doesn't work out the way I want it to. I'm nervous, and my hands are shaking while I apply my mascara. I know nothing about this guy, yet I've agreed to go on a date with him. It would be less frightening if it were just a blind date arranged by a friend, but this feels like a job interview and a date rolled into one. If this date goes well, this guy will essentially be renting me out as his girlf
This is something you can handle. It'll only take a few of hours. He's not going to murder you. Pretend it's a date, and forget that you've never truly dated and are probably terrible at it. You'll be OK. "Yes, sir," Ambrose responds, his face set on a mad run for the door. "Thank you for driving me, Ambrose" I grin up at him, he bobs his head and keeps his attention on the ground as if he isn't permitted to look at me directly. "Enjoy your evening, Miss Kendrick, Mr Whitlock," and my buffer vanished. It's just the two of us now. I return my gaze to the man in front of me and give him a nice smile. "Nervous?" I can't lie, he says. His fixed gaze on me makes me feel like I'm hooked up to a lie detecting machine. I nod my head and crack a shy smile."Yes, I've never done anything like this before," I say as he tilts his head and watches me, his own lips twisting into a delicate smile. "How did you get involved in this?" As he takes a sip of his water, ice crystals clink on the gobl