The weeks passed by so quickly like a speeding train and she was left standing on the platform as the train sped up in front of her.
She could swear she did a lot of things but still she found herself wishing she had more time to prepare for this moment when Florence carefully looked at the clothes worn by the model she hired at the last minute.
She stood up straight, hands clasped in front of her, a soft smile on her lips, hiding all the insecurities she's feeling.
Every tick of the clock feels like a decade floating away from her. She keeps her breath in like they can make the clock run faster and Miss Florence says her verdict of her creations.
When Miss Florence beckoned her to follow her to her inner office, she felt her knees shaking and her breath slowed down in nervousness. She couldn't read what was on Miss Florence mind.
