The people in charge of makeup crowded Clara and Emily. Someone brought them chairs and before they knew it, they were herded to one corner of the room.
Maria went into a room and came back out a few minutes later, hurrying as if her life depended on her pace.
She came right in front of Clara and Emily and began to open pages. "This definitely won't take too long, ma'am. They are going to ask your names and how you got chosen for this job. You can tell them how. Then, comes the prospects. What you aim to do here with Prada, and how long you feel like staying. But, that should depend on how well you both perform. And then they are probably going to ask you about your style."
"My style," Clara repeated those words, her face buried under a trio of brushes.
"Yes, your style. Every profes
