Liv’s POV
I immediately picked up my iPad and clicked opened the email notification.
My stomach did a flip dance as I read the content, causing thin lines to grace my twenty-five dollar moisturized face.
"The Blackwood Corporation main office?" I muttered to myself, narrowing my eyes. "I thought I applied to the fashion line. Why on earth would my interview be at their main headquarters?"
My voice was louder than I intended, drawing the attention of Vio, who was plastering some avocado jam to her toast.
She glanced up, her honey-blonde hair catching the morning sunlight filtering through the window.
"Technically, the fashion line you applied to is a subsidiary of Blackwood," she said, her tone nonchalant. "So, it makes sense you’d be interviewed there."
I rolled my eyes and pressed
