Chapter 8:

The Next day, Arya heaved a quiet sigh, as she hurriedly walked towards Clara Clothing Plaza in a fit. She wiped the sweat that lingered in her forehead, as she gazed up at the Plaza, a slight curl forming in between her lips.

The same plaza that she was fired, why was she even here anyways? maybe because she wanted to see her workmate and friend, Wanda or maybe she just missed the cool interior of the plaza.

It pained her greatly as she walked inside, the door making a chiming sound, sighting Wanda who was busy muttering some words to a elderly woman.

Wanda sighed for the last time. "It's a lipstick. You apply it in your lips." Frustration clearly etched in her voice.

"In my days," The elderly woman held the lipstick, "There was no such thing." She flashed a elderly smile at her.

Wanda could feel her blood rising up in swift anger, she didn't want to snap at the innocent lady, so she just said. "It's my break now, there are a lot of workers you can meet if you want to purchase the li