"Really?" Iris asked, still in tears, but now with a glimmer of hope.
"Yes, I'll talk to my boss and get back to you," Skylar promised."I would appreciate that so much. Thank you," Iris said, wiping her eyes.
Iris was 18, about to graduate from high school. Her mother was getting sicker, but she hid it well.
Iris received a mail from a Fashion school,she quickly opened it to read through.
She has been accepted to a prestigious fashion school in New York, she was overjoyed as she and sky danced and screamed around the room in excitement but the joy was overshadowed by her mother's deteriorating health, she had to decline the offer so she could take care of her mother.
The following day, Skylar prepared for work at the club, a big, lavish establishment where wealthy men came
