EMILY’S POV
I came out the bathroom with my hair and body -wrapped in a white towel, drenched, stopping in front of the mirror to look at my slightly swollen red neck. I tilted my head to the side to get a better view. With a lot of makeup, I could cover this just good enough for my interview. I sighed, one my mom looked for and applied with my name and credentials. Sometimes I feel like I really can’t do anything without her. I don’t even know my way there yet and my interview is eight am tomorrow. I wipe my hand dry on my towel and sat on my bed, the wetness of my bedsheets because of my wet butt directly on it didn’t give me a concern in the world.
I padded my face gently with my lotion, then creamed the rest of my body and slipped on a spaghetti-sleeve shirt and matching shorts. Wa
