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Contains one swear word. Contacts blaze with glamour, Ribs jut through their skin, Emerald veins and cold demeanour, In amongst their kin.
So, as some of you may know, I interned at Vogue Magazine this summer, but I applied for another internship at LVMH (the business side behind Louis Vuitton (clothing), Moët (champagne) and Hennessy...
Although the success of the first part was short or maybe even non- existent I decide to add the second part. Hopefully this will give you a bit more of a flavour of the actual story. Enjoy.
Chapter 3: I woke up at the crack of dawn the next Saturday morning.
Chapter 2: I was in such a daze taking in every inch of the magical store that I didn't notice the lady waiting for me to say something. "oh sorry, I was just admiring your amazing boutique.
"Be more like Lila. She's taller, slimmer, more confidence than you'll ever have." Hugo Oskar tells me. Most agents support you, mine likes to bring me down. "But- "Shut-up Céline.
Her shoes are so high the ankle could begin to break any moment, there bright fluorescent colours make anyone stand and stare, almost becoming the star of the show.
Chapter 1 The lights were the only things on the streets. Showing me the road. It was pitch dark. I only saw the lights coming from windows. High buildings in the middle of the city.
A poem for anyone who's wondered what I do on an average day, or who's wondered what fashion interns do. Mild language, but nothing you didn't hear on the first Harry Potter film.
-TIFFANY- "Now, can I meet your boyfriend. Nate isn't it?" Mimi asked, and I nodded, still feeling a little shaken up.
-MOLLIE- "Tiffany. Please don't interrupt" her mother stated in a shocked and angry tone. Tiffany turned to her mother and gave a fake smile and gestured for Mimi to continue.
-TIFFANY- At 1.30 I was ready to leave, pacing around the vicinity of the front door nervously. What was going to happen. Would I need to be more made up than this.
I decided on a black T-shirt with JAGK No. 1 and a cassette printed on in white. I think this is my favourite one. It was just perfect.
The drive to Glamour Kills when pretty quick considering Jordan made a stop to buy tacos for breakfast.