Best Mistake
Chapter 1
*One week later*
Val was mad at me for leaving...
But i didn't care, i am going to get an internship at the magazine.
I get dressed: http://www.polyvore.com/this/set?id=103498111
and rush downstairs to see my father and mother waiting for me.
"Come on, we're going to be late." my father complains as i grab my purse and phone.
"Okay. Bye mom, love you." i say and hug her goodbye and good luck with the fashion company.
When we get to the office and head to the top floor, i notice every floor is a dull black and white.
But once we are at the top floor i find my eyes hurting at all the colors.
Red chairs, yellow rugs spread everywhere, blue desks, and glass widows all around so you can see outside.
"Wow.." is all i manage to say.
"Now, this is the teen photo shoot floor as i call it. You are in charge of picking the best pictures which will be sent on to the magazine and which will be tossed aside." my father explains as i stare at my large office room.
"You will also be taking photos. Ronnie will be teaching you how down the hall with your first clients." he says as he leads me down the hall with one hand on my back. In a rush, aren't we?
A blonde, mid 30's woman appears in the room down the hall.
A large room, half a waiting room and the other half is for photo shoots.
"Ronnie, teach her the ropes while i get started on my work." he practically runs out the door.
"Hi, I'm Ronnie." she says in a higher pitched British accent.
She extends her hand and i take it.
"I'm Grace Pur."
She smiles as she sips her coffee.
"Pur..hm, that's french for pure. You must be the bosses daughter." she smiles.
I like that she knows my last names meaning, i love that it means pure. and even though i am American, i find it weird to have a french name...
She teaches me how to work the cameras and lighting correctly within twenty minutes.
"Alright, you have it down it seems. Now, I have to go get the clients checked in. You just wait an when they come in, sit them down over there," she point to the lounge connected to the room. "and I will get their make up artist ready."
She leaves and I am left alone until the door swings open with the sound of deep British voices shouting and laughing.
I whip my head up to five boys.
One Direction.
Val was mad at me for leaving...
But i didn't care, i am going to get an internship at the magazine.
I get dressed: http://www.polyvore.com/this/set?id=103498111
and rush downstairs to see my father and mother waiting for me.
"Come on, we're going to be late." my father complains as i grab my purse and phone.
"Okay. Bye mom, love you." i say and hug her goodbye and good luck with the fashion company.
When we get to the office and head to the top floor, i notice every floor is a dull black and white.
But once we are at the top floor i find my eyes hurting at all the colors.
Red chairs, yellow rugs spread everywhere, blue desks, and glass widows all around so you can see outside.
"Wow.." is all i manage to say.
"Now, this is the teen photo shoot floor as i call it. You are in charge of picking the best pictures which will be sent on to the magazine and which will be tossed aside." my father explains as i stare at my large office room.
"You will also be taking photos. Ronnie will be teaching you how down the hall with your first clients." he says as he leads me down the hall with one hand on my back. In a rush, aren't we?
A blonde, mid 30's woman appears in the room down the hall.
A large room, half a waiting room and the other half is for photo shoots.
"Ronnie, teach her the ropes while i get started on my work." he practically runs out the door.
"Hi, I'm Ronnie." she says in a higher pitched British accent.
She extends her hand and i take it.
"I'm Grace Pur."
She smiles as she sips her coffee.
"Pur..hm, that's french for pure. You must be the bosses daughter." she smiles.
I like that she knows my last names meaning, i love that it means pure. and even though i am American, i find it weird to have a french name...
She teaches me how to work the cameras and lighting correctly within twenty minutes.
"Alright, you have it down it seems. Now, I have to go get the clients checked in. You just wait an when they come in, sit them down over there," she point to the lounge connected to the room. "and I will get their make up artist ready."
She leaves and I am left alone until the door swings open with the sound of deep British voices shouting and laughing.
I whip my head up to five boys.
One Direction.
Notes
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