Farrah's POV
"Can this day get any harder? Because if it does, I'm done. I'm really done."
I whispered softly to myself as I quickly walked out of the mall after a customer yelled at me and humiliated me.
Holding back my tears, I smirked at the people who couldn't help but sneak a second glance at me as they walked by, admiring my beauty.
"I know I'm beautiful, but please, don't stare at me like that." I muttered to myself laughing when I saw a guy almost bump into a post because he couldn't take his eyes off my perfect face.
When the strong wind blew, I felt a lump in my throat and the itchiness of my eyes. I looked up at the beautiful dark sky and smiled as I walked.
"These eyes are really weird," I laughed, still blinking repeatedly to get rid of the itchiness.
"Ouch!" the voice of the woman I bumped into exclaimed. I immediately apologized.
"It's okay." She said with a smile, then picked up her belongings that fell on the floor. Her mouth slightly dropped open as she gazed at my face.
That's how beautiful I am. Jaw dropping.
"Wow! Your skin is so fair! And it's so smooth! How did you achieve that perfect look?! OMG!" She overreacted, adding to my arrogance.
"I know, right?! It would take a lifetime to achieve this look!" I boasted then flipped my hair to the side.
She giggled. "Are you the sales lady from Bishina?" she suddenly asked. My smile slightly faded as I remembered what happened earlier. Of course, she'd recognize me.
There was a pregnant customer earlier trying on clothes and asking me if they suited her. I didn't answer right away because I was checking if the outfit really looked good on her so I could give her an honest answer. But then she suddenly burst into tears! She said the dress didn't suit her because she's fat, and that's why I looked at her like THAT! I don't even know what she's referring by 'that'! I don't even remember reacting! I was just reviewing her look because she asked me to! Then her husband, being her husband, called the Bishina manager and asked them to fire me! Of course, I apologized and tried to explain myself, but they wouldn't listen! They didn't even bother to hear my side and just yelled at me. My boss gave me an irritated look and told me to just leave. I'm not even sure if I got fired or what!
"It's not you? I thought it was you. I was there yesterday and I noticed the beautiful sales lady. She looked just like you. I wanna work there! I want her to be my friend." She excitedly said.
So she's not asking because of what happened earlier?
"Uh... I think I'm the one you were talking about. Besides being beautiful, I am... i was a sales lady there before 'earlier' happened, but I don't think I can work their anymore." Her mouth formed an "O" shape because of what I said. She's probably intimidated by me.
Well, I do have something to brag about.
"Why? Is the boss mean? Is the job hard? Tell me." She asked with a concern and curious tone.
A secretly smiled at her curiosity. Even though we didn't know each other, It felt like she's treating me as her friend because of her concern. It felt nice to know that someone could be kind to you, even if you don't know them well.
"My boss is kind, in the work isn't that hard when your assisting common customers. But when customers show you disrespect, the work gets pretty hard. But my beauty can handle that, no! It's just that.. my boss told me to leave." I replied, and she listened intently.
"Oh no... So what's going to happen now? Did you really get fired? I was planning to apply there..." She said pouting her lips.
I genuinely smiled at her. "You won't regret applying there! Like I just said, Boss Rody is kind. He'll teach you everything you need to know for the job. He'll assist you until he sees that you can handle it on your own. He's kind, but he can get a little intimidating when he sees his 'lovely' customers lose their temper and go ballistic."
"It seems like you really loved your job there..." She said sadly.
I chuckled before responding. "Of course! That was my first job! And It pays well." I whispered the last line playfully, making both of us laugh.
"By the way, I'm Farrah. How about you?" I introduced myself with a smile.
She also smiled and extended her hand to me. "I'm Giselle." I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Giselle!" After that, Giselle introduced me to a friend of hers who owned a salon. She said I could work there whenever they needed staff, and the payment was good, so i didn't hesitate to accept their offer.
In the short time I spent with Giselle, an idea began to form in my mind. I thought of letting people enter my life again.
Ever since my mom, my siblings, and those people I considered as friends rejected me, I never thought about letting people into my life ever again, knowing that they would just end up rejecting me too.
My dad was an aspiring music producer before, while my mom was a famous actress. We lived a life full of luxury before everything fell apart. And I don't understand why it seems like everyone is blaming me for what happened.
Was I the one who cheated?
I let out a deep breath and smirked. So much for trying to be their favorite child, huh?
My eyes widen in shock and I immediately he behind a post when I saw the front door of our house wide open. Daddy was sitting in a chair facing the door while drinking liquor. I suddenly felt anxious when I realized that I'm still wearing makeup and I was wearing a white polo shirt with a short fitted skirt!
"Oh no..."
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