Bella
I walked in to see Elle and her mom laughing by the counter. Judging by her pleasant disposition, I was sure the interview went well. It sucked being the one to do this. I shut the door informing them of my presence.
"Bella, How was the party?" Elle asked, her eyes cutting into mine. There was nothing wrong with her innocent stare but it filled me with guilt nonetheless.
"Not as expected," I replied, joining them.
"Why?"
Her question made me stiffen. I couldn't spill it now. Not here. Elle's brow collapsed in concern as if she noticed everything. I was sure doing a terrible job at keeping a straight face.
"Are you okay?"
"I am. How was your interview?"
"I didn't make it."
"I'm sorry?" I asked, sure I had misheard her but also certain I had heard her right.
"There was an ac
