That darkest night

in a deep breath of the fresh and cool air. "Good morning, Mrs McKinney." she said to the receptionist, flashing a smile. Mrs McKinney turned to look. "Oh, Mrs Benson! Good morning. I have

to Rose, but she knew that it was true, deep down inside her. One of the causes of the fever was overworking, and the second was the headache she gave herself by thinking and thinking of the money she had wasted to go to Esther's daughter's wedding in Dustin Town. She had wasted a lot of money, because the wedding ceremony turned out to be a mess. With the groom that absconded, all the plans were scattered and everyone had to leave. She wished that she had just staye

said, opening a drawer to take out her pen. "Okay, Mrs McKinney. Have a nice day too." Michelle said. She had just taken a few steps when she heard Mrs McKinney cough loudly. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look. "Gesundheit, Mrs McKinney! I hope you are not falling ill as well." she teased, the corners of her lips trembling from subdued laughter. Mrs McKinney laughed and Michelle joined in. They laughed together for a few seconds. "It's just because of some dust here. I'll call Mrs Packard to come and clean this place again. The furniture is clothed with dust." Mrs McKinney answered after recovering from their gleeful laughter. "I hope so. I don't think that taking drugs and receiving injections is that easy." Michelle teased again

o herself. She opened her drawer to bring out her makeup kit. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hello, Michelle. How are you doing?" her colleague and friend, Felicia said with a bright smile. Michelle stood up from her chair and hugged Felicia. "Fine. And you?" Michelle replied, stroking her friend's soft, blonde hair. Felicia was Michelle's university friend, and they were lovely and close friends. After finishing

akeup kit, and began arranging them on the desk. Somehow, she felt the need to take a look at herself in the mirror in front of her. She looked up and stared at the mirror. She looked stressed. That was the problem she had with her face. It quickly showed that she was stressed up. She knew other people's faces that didn't show that they were stressed unless they told you. Someone like Loretta. Loretta c

lady was so beautiful! She had never seen someone as beautiful like that. "Oh, Hello. What I see here is a very beautiful lady! You're such a beautiful lady." Michelle smiled at her as she stood up from her chair. The lady returned the smile. Michelle noticed that the lady had well-set teeth. " Thanks, ma'am. I'm Patricia Morgan. And yours?" the lady answered. "I'm Mrs Benson. You have a lovely name, as well as a pretty face." Michelle said, still admiring the beauty of the lady standi

f to make money through modeling." Patricia said, smiling. Michelle was sure that Patricia was proud to be beautiful. Everyone had to be proud of whom he or she was. Whether beautiful... or the other way round. "I'm very sure that you'll have a lot of guys rolling and crawling after you with your attractive face." Michelle teased, knowing fully well that Patricia would not be angry at that statement, since she was all airs because she was praising her beauty. Patricia let out a brief laugh. "Sure, ma'am. They

was to be a model. My father had yelled at me that I didn't see a better occupation to take interest in. My mother had said that I'd better make another choice because there is no way for that. I had told them to get away from me, that I have my own life to live. I'm the only child of my parents and my parents had put much hope in me and it looked as if I had failed them. I told them my resolve and what I had set my mind

any longer- she was a disobedient, beautiful-with-no-brains girl. A girl that had ran away from home and had left her parents wondering where she could have been. They would have been in terrible grief and pain. "Wow." Michelle said, just as it came to her lips to say. She didn't know what else to say to that kind of child. She put herself in the shoes of her parents, and imagined that it was Mel that had behave

s impressed to hear that. "You're such a good makeup artist, Mrs Benson." Patricia said, smiling. "Thanks, Miss Morgan." Michelle said. Patricia wanted to pick up her bag from the desk when it fell. "Oh!" Michelle said, on seeing that. She bent to help Patricia pick it.

a stood up, holding her bag in her hand. Michelle looked straight at her, trying to hide her shocked countenance. Patricia's face looked as bold as if nothing had happened. Maybe she assumed that she hadn't seen them. She let out a laugh. "Mrs Benson, you look like a cold ghost! Why are you looking at me like that?" Patricia said, winking at her. Michelle forced a smile. "I'm just looking at how glam

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