Chapter 2: SOFIA
If life was a lover, I think I must’ve broken his heart in my past existence. For here he was yet again, making me suffer for something I knew nothing about.
"Gracious Lord, Sofia Blake, you are clumsy. Better pray that you will be able to remove that stain before it forever mars my floors" my cruel witch of a stepmother, Alicia Blake hissed as she watched me from her lounging chair.
I hated her and this morning, I couldn’t hate her more. She was well aware that I had an interview to get to. With not just any company, but the Wellington Fashion Empire. My dream place of employment and yet here I was wiping a cursed oil stain left by her devious feline.
Frisk, the evil creature sat beside the hinges of the table, licking his paws in obvious triumph as I glared at it.
For generations, the Wellingtons have reigned supreme. My ancestors wore their designs and I hope to do so one day... when I can afford their exorbitant prices.
Judging from the time hanging on the mantel, I was one minute late already. I had busted my ass off to get that interview and I wasn’t going to lose it.
"Please ma, I’m already running late, can I do this when I get back" I made another attempt at pleading when the oil stain showed no hope of saving me time.
She paid me no heed as she slowly sipped her tea. Before I could try another plea, her just as cruel twin daughters came running to her,
"Mama, look what I found" Annabel sang holding up the clothes I had selected to wear to the interview.
"Dear Sofy, wants to wow the Wellingtons and we can’t let that happen, right mama? Mirabel said, fingering the lacy white shirt I had designed and sewn during my internship at Bogue.