Survive the job

"You might be right about that." Her lips curled up in a smug smile before she turned her full attention to me. “Hi, I'm Tiffany. Tiffany winner. "

"Grace." I turned around until I was face to face with her. Immediately her smile slipped a little. Well, the memory of my childhood, a long scar that ran across my mouth to my chin, she had apparently not noticed before. “Maybe we should all pull paper bags over our heads. After all, nobody here wants to sully your sensitive sensitivity to aesthetics. "

Her mouth stayed closed. It wasn't that she avoided my gaze, she just suddenly didn't seem to feel so comfortable in her skin anymore. Yes, something like that could happen if you made such a big mistake.

I didn't say anything else either, just fixed her for a few silent seconds and then walked past her to the counter, where the lady behind was on the phone with someone. As I stood next to Reese, I felt her gaze on my back and when he automatically put his arm around my