Post by siren on Jan 26, 2013 18:26:59 GMT -5
Siren must have spent an hour alone just picking out her shoes. To get an interview at La Reve, the more prestigious restaurant in town, meant everything had to be perfect. The owner was notorious for her sharpness and intolerance for staff that didn't meet her every (sometimes ridiculous) expectations. Or at least that was what she had heard. So to impress a woman who was so infamous for her icy attitude, it would take absolute perfection. So every detail, down to her shoes had to be crisp and clean. Sure she had no intention being a waitress forever, but she had to make money somehow and waitressing was the only job she'd ever had, so she intended to keep doing it. At least until her music took off, but she had a vampires lifetime to do that.
Either way, it was getting closer and closer to the time she had to be there if she wanted to make the interview and picking out these shoes was getting more and more impossible. Her dress was something simple, a royal blue dress with a fitted bodice that flared out for the skirt, twirling when she did and twisting when she did and flowing when she walked, then fell just above her knees. Her hair was down, frizz free with big sweeping curls for the last two inches. Her makeup was basic, so that it didn't seem like she was trying too hard, but enough to accent her natural beauty, the way her mother had taught her to do it. She had picked out a black pendant with baby blue sparkles to match the dress, and a thick black bracelet adorned her right wrist. Not it was down to the shoes. The six inch heels that made her taller than any other shoe she owned, but she might stumble in, or the black flats what left her at her normal height. Glancing at the clock one last time, Siren yelped and tugged on the flats, deciding if she didn't get the job, she could blame it on the shoes. If she did get the job, it was because she didn't trip wearing shoes that were out of her league.
Quick as a rabbit, Siren got to the restaurant, fixing her hair one last time in a makeup compact she kept in her dull silver purse. Move the hair in her face, make sure there weren't any fly away hairs, one last bit of mascara to give her eyelashes some volume and finally... finally finally after hours getting ready for the interview, walk into the restaurant. She glanced at the clock on her phone, two minutes early. With a slow exhale, Siren smiled. There she was, the infamous owner of La Reve already waiting on her.
Either way, it was getting closer and closer to the time she had to be there if she wanted to make the interview and picking out these shoes was getting more and more impossible. Her dress was something simple, a royal blue dress with a fitted bodice that flared out for the skirt, twirling when she did and twisting when she did and flowing when she walked, then fell just above her knees. Her hair was down, frizz free with big sweeping curls for the last two inches. Her makeup was basic, so that it didn't seem like she was trying too hard, but enough to accent her natural beauty, the way her mother had taught her to do it. She had picked out a black pendant with baby blue sparkles to match the dress, and a thick black bracelet adorned her right wrist. Not it was down to the shoes. The six inch heels that made her taller than any other shoe she owned, but she might stumble in, or the black flats what left her at her normal height. Glancing at the clock one last time, Siren yelped and tugged on the flats, deciding if she didn't get the job, she could blame it on the shoes. If she did get the job, it was because she didn't trip wearing shoes that were out of her league.
Quick as a rabbit, Siren got to the restaurant, fixing her hair one last time in a makeup compact she kept in her dull silver purse. Move the hair in her face, make sure there weren't any fly away hairs, one last bit of mascara to give her eyelashes some volume and finally... finally finally after hours getting ready for the interview, walk into the restaurant. She glanced at the clock on her phone, two minutes early. With a slow exhale, Siren smiled. There she was, the infamous owner of La Reve already waiting on her.