Chapter 15: Veronica Wang
Chapter fifteen
Lying was an art. No matter what anybody had to say about it. The delicate art of infusing falsities and a bit of imagination to stretch over an unsuitable situation, it was the soft art of surreptitiously steering the conversation to fit into your agenda.
Slowly but surely. In the opinion of many, Lin wei included, lying was something of a sacred art that should be taught in schools.
She had perfected the art of lying since the delicate age of six, blinking several times to keep the guilt at bay, the lollipops had come to her and that too, against her mother's wish.
So when she donned the black velvety gown that had cost her all her savings, and in which she also took out a loan, clasped the fake pearls to her throat.
Taming her raging curls into straight hair that and she left wisp of it to caress her long lean neck.
She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, and nodded at the image that stared back at her. Red bold lipstick and the fake diamond chip earrings did a lot to bring out the soft angle of her face.
All in all, she looked like a sophisticated heiress of a rich business tycoon. She clutch the channel bag that she had gotten for ten dollars at the downtown store to her arms and smiled serenely. Today, she wasn't Lin wei. Indeed, she was a fiction produced out of her own imagination and crafted perfectly to fit into today's agenda. Which was to land herself the job.
She kept her back ramrod straight, infusing her light steps with confidence that comes with this new persona.