“Miss Isabella Laurenza, your application to work in five-star hotel has been granted. Make sure you show up for the interview today”. Bianca’s eyes widened as she read what was written on the phone.
“Five-star hotel?!” Bianca exclaimed-she couldn’t believe her eyes. How is it possible for Isabella to get accepted into one of the Italy’s largest and wealthiest hotel?
Bianca knew when Isabella started looking for a job recently due to their shortage of money; Isabella needed something to do to assist her mother and also herself before starting college.
Isabella had applied for jobs practically everywhere, but she was turned down just because of her low class status and in some cases, her skin color.
When Isabella applied to work as a secretary in a five-star hotel a few days before, Bianca made a joke about it and laughed, saying that if she couldn’t secure a job in a coffee shop, how would she get accepted into one of Italy’s largest hotel? She had mocked Isabella for being an idiot to even consider applying as one of their employees, let alone as a secretary.
The only job accessible in this country[Italy] that Isabella could easily get accepted to work for was that of a prostitute. Bianca had advised Isabella to quit looking for a decent job and secretly work as a slut behind her mother’s back but Isabella refused since her mother was against it. Even when Isabella was on the verge of giving up, she still refused to work as a prostitute.
“I can’t wait to tell my mom,” Isabella squeaked, jolting Bianca out of her daze. She quickly entered the bathroom and washed her swollen, tear-stained face and then hurried to the living room.
Bianca follows Isabella from behind in order to witness Isabella’s mother’s reaction to the good news.
When they entered the sitting room, both their mothers, Celina and Alice, were chatting together while seated on the couch.
Celina was listening at ease as Bianca’s mother, Alice, explained to her why she shouldn’t have reacted the way she did this morning towards Isabella; She told Celina that she went too far by slapping Isabella so hard on the face.
“Mom”, Isabella interrupted their conversation as she showed Celina the message on her phone. “Read this, mom,” she gushes, unable to control her excitement. She wanted to tell her that she had been accepted to work in one of the most luxurious hotel in Italy, but she just wanted her mother to read it herself because she knew very well that her mother wouldn’t believe her without any proof.
Celina took Isabella’s phone from her hand so she could see what was written on the phone’s screen properly. “Oh, my God!” Her jaw dropped as she exclaimed.
“What’s that?” Alice inquired out of curiosity.
“My daughter just got accepted to work in a five-star hotel,” Celina responded proudly, beaming so brightly while Alice sprang up on her feet and drew Isabella into a tight hug.
“I am so proud of you,” Alice said before she disengaged from the hug.
Everyone was shocked that Isabella got approved since they all had their doubt about Isabella getting the job.
“And it says you should be there at eleven o’clock,” Celina remarked, with her eyes still glued to the phone.
“Oh, my God!” An intense fear took over Isabella’s heart when she heard what her mother said. “What’s the time now?” she asked, and Celina looked at the time displayed on the phone screen.
“Ten o’clock,” Celina responded.
Immediately, Isabella rushed to her room with Bianca, trailing behind her to assist her.
As soon as Isabella entered her room, she opened her wardrobe and began rummaging through the duffle in search of a decent outfit that would fit her since she was going to a well-known Italian hotel.
“Just go to the bathroom; I will find you clothes to wear,” Bianca insist as she approached the closet.
“Okay, thank you so much,” Isabella said as she undressed, leaving only her bra and thong on before rushing into the bathroom to freshen up while Bianca searched for clothes in the wardrobe.
After taking a bath, Isabella emerged from the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her chest and another towel, around her wet hair.
Bianca had just finished placing her clothing on the bed. It was a long-sleeve orange shirt, black leggings and a black sandals that would match the outfit.
Isabella grinned as she noticed the clothes on the bed-exactly what she would have picked since it was her favorite outfit that could assist conceal her big stomach beneath the apparel.
Isabella unwrapped the towel from her hair, grabbed the comb from her wardrobe before closing it to brush her hair in front of the mirror. It took a lot of effort to brush her hair since it was unruly strong and uncomfortable. She packed her hair all up in a bun before removing the towel to dry her body.
Bianca sat on the bed, staring at the wall clock, as Isabella put on her underwear and clothes.
“How do I look?” Isabella inquired.
Bianca turned her face to look at Isabella and smiled as she examined her. Everything fit her perfectly. She does have a fantastic sense of fashion to have picked this outfit for Isabella. “Sexy”, she whispered as she bites out her lips, causing Isabella to giggle slightly.
“Thank you”, Isabella said, then pull out a makeup bag from her wardrobe. She took a concealer from the makeup bag and applied it to her face, highlighting her dark eye circles before smearing it around her face. She then applied mascara to her eyelashes and drew a light brow on her eyebrow before returning it back to the wardrobe.
Isabella glanced at herself in the mirror for a final look; she was pleased with her new appearance and it gave her more confident in herself.
Bianca stared at Isabella’s reflection through the mirror and grinned at her when their eyes met. “You look good”. She compliment. “Now hurry up; you’re going to be late for your interview,” she cautioned.
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat, thinking of what to say when she gets to the hotel for the interview. She has not done any research and she has no idea what to provide in order to get the job. “What will I say when I get there?” she asked.
Bianca rolled her eyes as stood up and grabbed Isabella’s black bag from the wardrobe peg and draped it over Isabella’s shoulder.
“Just introduce yourself and tell them what you’re good at, and it will determine what position they will give you.” Bianca responded, and Isabella nodded her head in relief, practicing what she would say when she got to the hotel in her head.
When Bianca saw Isabella was tensed up, she took her hands and held them. “Relax…” She coaxed, and Isabella raised her head to meet Bianca’s gaze. “Everything is going to be fine,” Bianca reassured her.
Isabella nodded her head, though she wasn’t quite convinced.
“Come on, I will drive you there,” Bianca said, and Isabella’s countenance brightened up with a smile. She had been feeling nervous that she had to go there alone, but having Bianca accompany her, brightened up her mood.
When Isabella was finished, they both strolled out of the room and into the living room.
“Mom, I’ll be leaving now and Bianca is going to drop me there,” Isabella informed her mother as Bianca made her way to the house exit. “And I will be needing this,” She collected her phone from the table and stuffed it into her bag before heading towards the door that leads out of the house.
“Please don’t let what happened today repeat itself again,” Celina warned.
“I promise you, mom, I will be back home today,” Isabella promised as she exited the house, slamming the door firmly behind her.
. “And you should eat something before…” Celina couldn’t finish her sentence after the door was slammed shut.
When Isabella came out of the house, Bianca was already inside the car, waiting for her.
Isabella joined Bianca in the car before Bianca started the engine and zoomed off.