~ Ava ~
I stared at my long brunette hair in the mirror and smilled, seeing it complimented with my brown eyes.
I brushed my hair backwards and packed it in a low ponytail. I made sure to use Emilia's favourite lip gloss— a nude coloured one.
I nodded, satisfied at what I looked like.
“You look so good Ava.” Mum giggled seeing me approach the stairs.
She turned to my father who was sitting next to her.
"I told you Greg, Ava is going to represent better than Emilia.” She said in excitement.
“Oh yes, Ava has been my lovely daughter." He smiled.
I was glad the attention I was drawing to myself. I want to be the queen of this household.
“Here Ava" my dad said, handing me a big brown envelope.
“They are the files you need. Everything you need is already in there. Please represent us
