MARRIED TO MY BEST FRIEND.

rt Museum. The idea of being able to care for valuable works of art is a dream I've had since childhood. I dr

d I answer it thro

out your interview?” I smil

es, and ne

highly of you to Mr. Dangelo and es

smiling, while Leila sighs

ere mortal like me! I wish he would look, n

ou!” I say, smiling, while

er, I need to g

nd thank

d. Talk to you later.”

king deep breaths, trying to

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f my grandmother's kind words brought a sense of calm. I was ready to face the interview, wearing not only a dress that made me feel elegant but also a newfound confidence that I had d

anticipation. I grab my bag and coat, step out of the car, and the cold autumn wind seems to penetrate my skin, echoi

s the button for the rooftop of the building. The doors close, and the elevator ascends. As the doors open, I rush down the corridor and open the door, stepping out. I put my hands on

es, looking to the side, and

is muscles through the fabric. He is focused on something he holds in his hands. His gaze lifts to meet mine, and for a brief moment, our eyes mee

a strange calmness just by looking into those eyes. It seems l

e,” I say, adjusting my bag and t

ith a friendly and gentle voice.

ling a nervous smile forming on my lips. “I'm

scary. But don't wo

w who he is, but his presence conveys a sense of calmness to me.

ing the stone in it. “Whenever you feel nervous, just hold on to thi

g deeply grateful for this

urmur, touched b

d and looking at his watch. “It's almost time, and the interviewer doesn't like de

ed that man in my path to remind me that I'm not alone. I nod in affirmation, thanking him ag

••♥

se, my voice resonates with determination, conveying the confidence I had found within myself. Every question is an opportunity to showcase my knowledge and s

perience with restoration, and I talk about my internship at the Schmidt Gallery

t this period of the painter?” He asks, pointing to the painting i

in to talk about him, and all the whi

Sorbonne in Italy, and my proficiency in handling tight deadlines in my previous job

ing the effort I had put in. His final words were like a melody of hope, echoing in my ea

with my head held high, knowing that regardless of the outcome, I had left a positive impression. I feel a mixture of relief and hope as I remember the interview