Falling for Miss Clumsy

Chapter 2

Rosaline's pov

Waking up, I lazily drag my body towards the bathroom to get ready for my so called interview at Rivera Corp., one of the most successful and big company in the whole world.

Layla, my two years elder sister works there in the accounting firm for the past two years. Layla is an independent woman who is capable of standing at both of her feet. She is determined achieving her goals in life, while me on the other hand, do not have any goal except for keeping a job at least for a week. But despite of having a job that pays well both Layla and me still stay with our mother in one house as we don't like leaving her alone on her own.

My father left us while Layla and I was still in high school and no he didn't die, my mom and he just decided to go on a separate ways as they thought their marriage was no longer the same or should I say they lost the spark, I'm not really sure if that's the exact reason since my mother hates talking about him and whenever someone would ask about him, mom would say that he's dead just to avoid any further questions.

I used to be a daddy's girl. For me, my father is my hero, my inspiration, he was my rock. I still remember how I would cry my eyes out for him as I was too heartbroken that he didn't even bothered to say goodbye to me and Layla.

After his departure from our lives, I was not the same the girl, I lost myself in the midst of looking for his love. Every single night before going to sleep, I used to sit by my room's window, hoping he would show up and I still do but as always the driveway is empty.

I was left devastated, and depressed, It affected my studies and life. I spend the rest of my high school days by home schooling and as for college, I never went because I lost my dreams and goals and as for Layla she became more determined and strong willed, she used it as motivation to do better in life. And after some few years, I willed myself to pull myself out of that dark hole and I thought that's the least I can do for my mother, who not once shed a tear. She's the strongest woman I ever seen. She raised me and Layla alone on her own, installing us with good manners and values. Without her, Layla and Sophia my childhood friend I'll probably still be the broken, empty and depressed girl.

''Why on earth are you still not ready, we're getting late already.'' Layla said barging inside my room with her usual work attire that consist tight pencil skirt that looks like that it's going to rip once she sit down paired with a blouse and heels. Over all it looks uncomfortable.

''I don't have suitable clothes to wear for the interview, Laylaaaa'' I whined sitting at the edge of the bed still wrapped in a towel as I just got out of the shower.

Layla huffed annoyingly, ''I'll lend you some clothes but only if you promised that you'll return it'' she responded waiting impatiently for me to promise which I did despite of us both knowing that i won't.

Layla is very devoted with her works, she despises getting tardy for work. And from what I know, she got a reputation there.

After a minute passed, Layla came back holding the same type of clothing that she wears in her hand. Looking at the clothes, I can't help but scrunch my face with disgust making Layla chuckle by seeing my reaction.

''you have to get used wearing them, Rosa'' Layla said dragging me towards the bathroom to get ready.

Me and Layla are typical siblings, we got love-hate relationship. We spend most of our time bickering at each other wanting to rip each others hair out but at the same time we can't stay away from one another. We are completely a pole apart, Layla look more like mom, she got her tan beautiful skin and straight hair from our mother, while I look more like our father. I got my bright green eyes and pale skin from him, in short Layla looks more prettier than me. But despite of it, I love her and she loves me too but we don't admit it.

''hurry up!'' exclaimed banging at the bathroom door making me jump.

Once I got dressed, I pull the bathroom door open watching Layla's reaction. Upon seeing me Layla's eyes widen and suddenly she started wiping her eyes dramatically as if she is really crying which is actually not.

'I never thought I'll ever see you looking so professional'' she fake sob making me hit her arm. ''stop it, Layla it's not funny'' I responded while taking my bag and CV with me and head downstairs, preparing myself about what my beloved mother got to say about me finally granting her wish.