•CHERRY•
I woke up very early this morning, determined to get everything right. The interview today was a big deal, and I couldn’t afford to mess it up. I made sure I did all the necessary things: freshened up, prepared breakfast, and even organized myself the night before. After I took a quick shower, I returned to my room and put on my undergarments—panties and bra—and then reached for my clothes.
I had chosen a simple yet professional look: a white, fitted button-down short-sleeve shirt paired with a black, on-the-knee frill peplum skirt. I wasn’t going to overdo it with accessories or makeup, but I still wanted to look polished. My hair went into a quick ponytail—no time for styling it today. A light touch of lip gloss, powder, and mascara, and I was good to go.
I grabbed a pair of cutout heels from my shoe rack, ones that had been sitting there for a while, just waiting for the right moment. Today was that moment. I slipped them on, feeling a bit of excitement bubbling inside me as I stood up and checked myself in the mirror.
After gathering my things, I grabbed my black handbag and filled it with the essentials—my phone, wallet, and any papers I might need. I was all set.
Heading out of my room, I found my aunt and uncle having breakfast in the dining room. I walked over to them, my mind already buzzing with thoughts about the interview.
“I’m already leaving for the interview, Aunt Linda, Uncle Dan,” I told them, my voice clear and confident.
Aunt Linda looked up from her bowl, offering a warm smile. “Good luck, Cherry. You’re going to nail it. I just know you’ll get the job.”