Chapter 3_Form acceptance

ALEX POV:

We later found one that matches my skin color and it was worn on my face.

"Is this me?" I questioned no one in particular after staring at myself in a full-length mirror.

"That is all you sweetheart, nobody dares call you ugly ever again," Camille said causing me to giggle.

"So how much did this cost?" I asked her.

"Don't worry about what it costs, rather let's celebrate your new look." She told me but I shook my head.

"You have to, I want to know just how to thank you when I can," I told her.

"It didn't cost much, just $40, now come on I'm late for work." She said and dragged me out of the clinic.

You see what I meant when I said that she is a free-minded person.

She just dragged me as if we have been friends since childhood.

"Thank you for today Camille I will forever be grateful to you, I want to go back home and prepare for my afternoon shift," I told her.

"Afternoon shift?" She asked, she was confused.

"Yes, I work in a restaurant." I managed to say and hugged her.

"Take care and I might just drop by at your apartment some other time, type in your number please," I said and hand over my phone to her.

She typed in her number and after saving it, I bade her goodbye.

It was such a sad thing that I wouldn't be seeing her anytime soon, but the little time we spent together, I made a good friend off it, I can only be talking to her on phone for now.

It worth it.

I started running to make it to my house on time,

I pushed the front door open and walk inside but was met with my dad who was sitting down on the couch.

"Who are you?" He slurred. I guess the drinks are yet to clear from his system.

"It's me, Alex," I replied.

"Alex, hahaha, why do you look like that? Did you get a fake face? Even with your fake face, nobody will love you." He said, at that moment I tried not to cry.

Yes, I might be wearing a fake face but one day I know that someone will love me for who I am.

But when will that day come?

I ignored his words and climb upstairs.

When I got to my room I did one thing I know how to do best.

Crying.

Whenever he mocks me or even abuses me, I keep wondering I a  man is my father. even if every other person rejects me he should have been my rock to lean on.

After changing into my work cloth, I searched for my purse and luckily it was under the bed.

I picked it up and sat down on the bed then open my Instagram account, I went back to the page where I saw a post about Killian and click on the link.

TO BE ELIGIBLE FOR AN INTERVIEW WITH LOCKWOOD'S SECRETARY, YOU HAVE TO:

RESIDE IN NEW YORK

BE ABOVE 21

KNOW HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH.

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I'm eligible for an interview, I quickly click on the "Request for interview" button and answer the questions there before leaving my room.

When I got to the living room I couldn't find my dad and I smiled to myself, thank goodness that he left else it would have been another case study.

I got to work at exactly 1:45 pm, five minutes late.

"Good afternoon manager, it was traffic." I lied immediately I walk inside the restaurant.

"Alex? Why do you look so different?" He asked. I never thought about what to respond to if my co-workers ask me about my face.

"Sir, it is just a custom face mask, nothing serious," I replied with a smile, his stern face grow sterner and I wiped away the smile from my f*king face.

"It is always traffic Alex, go to work." He said sternly and I ran off.

When I walk inside the kitchen, it was just "Alex what happened to your face? Alex, what's wrong?

Like, it was awkward and frustrating!

"Alex, this is for table nine." The restaurant head chef said as he pointed at the stroller beside me.

"Okay chef," I replied and push the stroller out of the kitchen.

I got to the table and started placing out the order, starting from the wine.

How can a man order a bottle of wine all alone without a woman beside him?

Being nosy again Alex, mind your business.

"Here is your order sir, enjoy yourself," I said before pushing my stroller out.

This has always been my life of living, ever since I dropped out of high school.

I've been working in this restaurant for a long time now that almost every customer here knows my ugly face.

After serving orders without resting for almost an hour, I found a quiet place to sit down and reminisce on my life.

I brought out my phone and check if my form was approved but there wasn't any response from Lockwood Inc.

Please just respond already, I'm getting impatient and also nervous.

If my form doesn't get approved then my dream has been shattered.

"What dream." You might ask.

My dream of making money with no strings attached, getting my face done, and living the best life that I can.

All I just mentioned right now sounds like a wish of a princess to a fairy. 

But this is real life and I just have a tiny hope that my dreams might come through by being a wife to Killian Lockwood.

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I carried my bag and walk out of the restaurant.

It has been 7 hours now and yet no reply.

Oh Lord, unto thy I commit this form.

I sat down on the bench at the bus stop and wait for the bus to come along with other people, suddenly a notification came in on my phone.

I unlock my phone and here was what I read.

DEAR MISS ALEX, YOUR FORM HAS BEEN WENT THROUGH AND APPROVED.

BE SURE TO BE PRESENT IN LOCKWOOD INC BEFORE 9:00 AM TOMORROW.

                     Signed

                       Kai Adonis

                        Secretary.

I am going to Lockwood Inc!

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