"What are we looking for today?" said the employee in Primark.
"Umm maybe some hair and make-up products. I dont really know how these kinds of things work." I try to explain.
"I'm sorry, what kind of things?"
"Oh, you can't tell.. I'm homeless," I say hoping not to get kicked out. "I haven't gone shopping for sometime."
"Well, I think we can fix that, now can't we?"
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"Aaaanndd... done!" said Primila, or at least that's what she told me was her name. I spin around in a chair and come to face a mirror of a newly decorated me. (like one of those cheesy make over TV shows)
But wow. I look amazing.
"How much is it?" I ask.
"Well, normally £230."
"Oh.. well sorry for wasting-"
"But for you, it's £50," she smiled.
"What? No! That's a steal I couldn't just take it from you!"
"Please go ahead. I'm kinda the boss around here so it'll be fine," she unbuttons the tarp covering me while she did my hair and adding extensions.
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Now can I just say, woah. I looked as if Aphrodite [1] had a kid with Tom Hiddleston. Well, maybe not that gorgeous, but you get the point.
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"Um. Thank you."
"It's no problem. Really. Now hurry and get to your open house!"
"Thank you. So, so much. I won't forget this!"
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Wow. In just two days and it's already time to meet him! The love of my l- I mean a really nice guy. Well, it's now or never so here I go.
Ding dong!
"Hello?", said the woman I ran into on the bus looking at a clipboard. "And who are you?"
"Oh uhh, I'm- I mean my name is Mabella Annabeth Howell. What is your name?"
"I highly doubt you'll need to use it after this interview."
Oh..
"W-well, shall we be-gin?", I ask, my voice a little shaken.
"Yes, I suppose-"
"Mother you aren't trying to scare away our guest, are you?", In walked the blue-eyed beauty.
"No no, of course not," she said.
"Well, actuall-" I was interrupted.
"Shall I repeat myself? I said no." The woman sounded awfully irritated.
"Mother."
"Right, right. Let's get started."
"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm Phil Lester and you must be?"
"I-I-I uh... I'm umm," for some reason I found myself speechless.
"Ugh. The oaf's name is Mabella," said his mother.
"Mabella, what a beautiful name."
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Author's note: hey guys I'm so sorry I've been super busy! First I was away with no cellular , there was my brother's birth day, Christmas, again I had no wifi or cellular... I'm so so so sorry! Please forgive me! Also those are in no particular order.. And the pic is what the dress/makeup/hair looks like with out the tattoo and remember Mabella got hair extensions. [1] Aphrodite is the goddess of beauty. Also sorry for the short chapter. P.s. Guys I just realized I got her name wrong.. (I'm such a good writer..) it's really Mabella Annabeth Howell.. Sorry
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