Tasha's POV Never knew picking up an outfit was this hard, after much deliberation; I settled for a fitted gray shirt with its knee length skirt and short jacket coupled with gray heels. I walked out, and Mother was wowed, but then a frown followed. " You've got a spoiler alert" she complained. " Really, anything wrong with my outfit? " I checked myself out to fish out any mistakes I might have drafted in a hurry. I was nervous. This is my first job since college and I wasn't really looking forward to it. Job hunting hasn't been easy, but getting a job at Quinns feels like a reward for all my troubles. I really wished to become an established writer. My unpublished books felt so good to me, that I'll never understand why I keep getting rejected. " Everything is perfect but you need a bag. Have some breakfast before you go" Mother sure had a way to lift up my mood. I released a deep sigh of relief, knowing that there was no fashion error. I had stayed up, watched endles

Ethan looked at the figure standing in the entrance, waving at him. " Look who's here " he said, waving back at Tasha. She walked over to where he was seated, and crashed into a seat herself. A group of staff stood behind them, with boxes hanging in their arms; Tasha glanced at them, trying to get what they stood for when Ethan coughed. " Oh, you aren't going to Binge today. The makeover will be done here" Ethan added, seeing her confused scrunched face. Tasha squeezed her eyes tight, while clenching her teeth. Her plan with Zoey had just been nipped in the bud. She brought out her phone, texting Zoey. ' Hey, our plan fell through, the makeover is at Ethan' she typed, and Zoey replied almost immediately. ' Then, Activate plan B then! Good luck' " Ma'am? " a maid called out to her, requesting for her presence. She was supposed to flunk out on her welcome dinner, but she was hoping she was still going to make it. The gala event was still at 9pm, so she had plenty of time