THREAD OF FATE

Chapter 5

THREAD OF FATE

CHAPTER 5

Liza stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She had chosen one of her best outfits, a stunning combination of colors and textures that accentuated her curves. Her long hair was packed neatly, and her dazzling shoes sparkled in the light. She felt confident and beautiful, ready to take on the day.

She walked into the living room, where her dad was waiting with a warm smile. "You look amazing, sweetie," he said, his eyes shining with pride. "I'm so proud of you."

Liza beamed, feeling a surge of gratitude toward her dad. "Thanks, Dad," she said, giving him a hug. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Her dad handed her a packed breakfast and a thermos of coffee. "Eat on your way, and don't forget to arrive early," he reminded her.

Liza nodded, took a deep breath, and headed out the door. She felt a sense of excitement and nervousness as she made her way to the Williams Fashion Home.

As she approached the entrance, she failed to notice a tall, handsome man standing in front of her, sipping a cup of coffee. Tylor Williams, the director of Williams Fashion Home, was oblivious to Liza's presence until she collided with him.

The coffee in Tylor's cup splattered all over Liza's clothes, leaving an unsightly stain. Liza's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the damage.

"Why weren't you watching where you were going?" Liza exclaimed, her voice rising in annoyance. "I have an interview today, and now look at me!"

Tylor's expression turned defensive. "You weren't watching where you were going either," he retorted. "It's not my fault you ran into me."

Liza's face flushed with anger. "You should have avoided me!" she shot back. "What am I supposed to do now? Go to the interview looking like this?"

Tylor shrugged, his expression unrepentant. "Not my problem," he said, turning to walk away.

Liza's eyes blazed with indignation as she watched him disappear into the building. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and headed to the restroom to see if she could remove the stain.

But the stain was stubborn, refusing to budge despite Liza's best efforts. She sighed, feeling frustrated and defeated.

Meanwhile, Tylor couldn't shake off the image of Liza's angry face. He found himself smiling as he remembered her spirited outburst. "She speaks so well," he thought to himself.

On a whim, Tylor decided to call his secretary, Diana. "I need you to get me some female clothes," he instructed. "Something that would fit a woman with a similar body stature too…"

Diana's voice was curious. "Which woman, sir?"

Tylor hesitated, unsure of how to describe Liza. "Just get something nice," he said finally. "And bring it to the waiting area. I'll give you further instructions."

Diana arrived with a stylish outfit, which Tylor instructed her to deliver to the woman whose clothes were stained with coffee.

As Diana approached the waiting area, she spotted Liza sitting among the other applicants, her clothes still bearing the unsightly stain. Diana's eyes widened in recognition, and she quickly approached Liza.

"Excuse me," Diana said, holding out the outfit. "My director asked me to give you these clothes."

Liza's eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the outfit. "Who is your director?" she asked Diana.

But Diana just smiled and took her leave.

Liza's curiosity was piqued, but she didn't have time to wonder. She quickly changed into the new outfit, feeling a surge of gratitude toward the mysterious director.

As she smoothed out the wrinkles, she whispered to herself, "God bless whoever did this for me."