"Elly wake up. Wake up Elly." I heard my mom screaming.

"I'm already awake. I'm brushing, I'll just come. Don't worry." I almost laughed at the words that I spelled. My mom without worries is like Paris without Eiffel tower. She's really a nice lady. And really beautiful for her age. No one who doesn't know us can really imagine that she has a daughter who is going for a job interview. 

"OK, so I'm done with the dress, I'll go with formal. Should I do a little bit of make up? Or it'll be a little over? Lets do a little."

"Elly save your self talking for tomorrow, or else you'll get late."

"I'm coming mom. Just a little more."

"I'm hearing your little more since the past one hour. Come down or you'll loose the job. Then you'll understand why mom was screaming." She said.

I gained all the confidence I had to come down and leave for the interview. It was really a big deal for me and my mom. It was really important. I and four others were short listed among 953 people who interviewed for the AIKA company. It was the largest company in the country for C.A. I have to crack it anyhow I said to myself.

When I came down my mom showed a very different emotion instead what I expected. I thought she'd be happy to see me. But I felt the annoyance in her frown.

"What exactly are you wearing?" she asked.

"A formal grey dress knee length with a pair of sneekers."

"What have you done with you hair." she asked again.

"A tight ponytail. Why is anything wrong?" I asked in surprise.

"Look at youself in the mirror." she said.

I looked clearly tracing every square inch of my visibility. A girl with an oval face, nose sharp, lips quite nice begging for a little bigger eyes and a naturally curved body which gives a little trouble particularly while wearing jeans. But this are things I have nothing to do with. I can't change them the way I want to. 

" Will you please be little clear with your word so that I'll be able to understand what exactly are you trying to say." I finally asked my mom.

"You are looking like a dead cat fish." she answered to my surprise.

"I thought I am looking fairly good enough." I fired.

"No you are not sweetheart, you need a makeover."She said and hold my hand taking me up to my bedroom.

"A makeover now is definately a bad idea. I'll get late." I begged. But as much as I know my mom, once she has decided I really don't have much to do except sitting and praying to God so that I don't get late.

I sat with eyes closed and she applied tonnes on make up all over my facea nd neck. I only opened my eyes when she was applying mascara. After 10 mins she was done. 

She gave me a white shirt and black skirt to wear. And I loved myself for waxing yesterday.I wore the skirt realising it was a little up my knee. I don't really like this kind of dresses which are above the knee so much. I prefer hideous clothes. Anyhow she has asked so I have to wear it anyway. 

I came back and looked at the mirror gawking at this amazing creature in the mirror. I can't belive she made me so beautiful in nearly 15 mins. I was really looking like some film star. My hair perfectly wavy like the shampoo adds, face lighting up, cherry lips and eyes were undescribable with liner and mascara. But isn't it a little over for a interview? I asked my self to stop overthinking and jsut go for the interview and rock it.

"Thank you mom, Bye love you." I closed the gate of my little apartment with two bedroom, one kitchen, two bathroom, a little dining space(where me and my mom have dinner together, coz we can't have the lunch together because of her work and my studies).

Now I have to take  38 miles driving for reaching the central city of London. I live in a village close to London, it called the Great Missenden, Bucks. This village is mainly famous for the famous storyteller Roald Dahl. This village was his home and workplace.The easy charm of the large village, established in the late Middle Ages as a major stop on the coaching route between London and the Midlands, coupled with its setting in the pretty Misbourne river valley, makes it hugely appealing whatever your age.

I got into the car and started driving placing the google map in place and wore my jacket to save from the cold. I reached there after one and a half hour realising I'm 20 mins late. Fear ran all over me. I reached the parking lot, this is the reason I hate them. They are all alike......full. I don't know where to park mine. Thank Lord I can see a space empty, I'll park there. As soon as I parked and got out of the car I heard someone's voice.

"Ahem,Ahem. That's my place." His voice is immensely sexy and husky. I immediately turned to get a glance of the owner of that heavenly voice. As I saw him, I couldn't control my shameless eyes. I tried hard to look somewhere else but I just couldn't.

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