Chapter 5: SOFIA
By the time I was done with the accursed tile, I was thirty minutes late.
And now, I have to pick through my drawer for something else to wear. And so far, I haven’t been lucky.
One of the things that made me stand out during my internship at Bogue was my idea of individuality in fashion. I believe everyone should have a style that’s uniquely customized to them. Even when one wears a popular brand like ’Wellington’ or ’Frada’ or even ’Access’, there should be something about the outfit that’s simply just you.
Whether it’s a piece of jewelry, a pin, a deviation from the original style of a wear, a shade, or even a hairband, something of one’s attire should really just speak of his personality.
That would be my main concept when I start my own brand ’U-nique’, but with the way this morning was going, that dream appears farfetched.
The irony is that a fashion enthusiast such as myself couldn’t even find something decent enough that says "Sofia Blake, a dreamer". That was what my last attire said until Alicia and her cruel daughters reduced it to exactly what I am now, "Sofia Blake, a mess".
’What am I even doing?’I thought as I held up the slightly wrinkled gray crop-shirt and blue high waist jeans. Just looking at it, I could read what it says "Sofia Blake, the minx".
It really wasn’t that bad. But it was in no way what one is expected to wear for an interview for the position of a clerk. Unlike Annabel and Mirabel, who had bulging wardrobes, with clothes for every occasion. I was seriously lacking clothes.
Even the few I got after my internship. Alicia collected them before I could cross the threshold.
People wonder why I haven’t fled from the house. Believe me, I’ve tried, but each time Alicia always finds me. As a popular woman, a phone call is usually all it takes. And of course, she also had a collar on my neck.