Marriage contract with my best friend
aited day has finally arrived: the interview at the Lockwood Art Museum in Vienna. My hands are trembling with nervousness. I sit down as I watch the carefully chosen clothes
afford to miss, and I am determ
n the faucet, the warm water starts to flow over my body, washing away the built-up tension. Ever since I applied, I've been studying and reviewing everything I learn
ppeal to me. I walk over to my wardrobe, open it, and my eyes are immediately drawn to it: an elegant navy-blue dress that fits me perfectly. I bought
t of spray. I apply light, natural makeup, enhancing my features without appearing overdone. I grab my coat and my purse, where I had already placed a copy of my resume and some important notes the night before. I open the door to the room, but before
, make sure everything is in place, and head to the living room. There, a simp
Grandma says, entering the
s. Since I was little, when I felt sad, I would run into
rning, G
e a hearty breakf
hungry,
own and eat. The
nd placing it on a chair next to me, along with m
n the plate in front of me. I
She looks at me and smiles. "It's del
smiles, returning to her meal. "So
and if all goes well, I'
itchell's
lot. Leila said she spoke about me to the museum
said
se, I also sent ou
others. We know that family only does something expecting something i
hbac
has finally come to pay for the pre-university course. I open the drawer where I kept the
spot in the prep course," I say
w. A stubborn and persistent fever embraces me as I descend the
a shower and then to bed! I'll make something
rep course. I need to go," I say and sta
oing anywhere
t I take care of myself. I resist
to the prep course teacher. I can't miss the registration," My gra
teered to help me. I trust her, after
••♥
and be back in no time. You'll be fine,
without you," I say, and she smiles,
n the couch, curling up on
lat
the teacher, demanding payment th
deliver it. The money was
and. Leila has always been reliable, at least until now. I go
ment from Grandma. What happened?" I
. I lost
believing what I'm hearing. "How co
she was afraid to tell, but her words do
me? It was my future at sta
I was so scared, that's
't you tell me sooner? We would have figured somet
thing," she says, crying on the
by the hand, and we go to Leila's house, which is three houses down from ours. Th
I say, sad and holding back tears. "You shoul
I would have paid for the
hould have told you earlier," she says
make up for it. These things happen, even I cou
she says, a
s behind us an
y the tears, and then Gr
y at all, and out of anger or jealousy towards you, she didn't pay the teacher. We know she w
Grandma! Leila
s soon as we enter the house, heading to the b
hbac
n I was a teenager. We never forgot that small loss, but I let it go and understo
planned together to work at the Lockwood Art Museum and agreed that if one of us
three years since
me earlier. We know she needs t
gets close to you to drain you or to take advan
to go, it's a long way to Vienna from here." I wipe
idn't even e
he coffee was delicious," I comment a
living room, Grandma
say, and she puts the cup she was holdin
ed out. Just trust yourself," she says, stepping back. "
eek and smiling, grabbing my bag from the chair. I g
was really delicious. And thank yo
o already, girl! Otherwis
ide in tough times. Your strength motivates me every d
Now go and shine!" She says, and I step