If asked what was one thing Cassandra hated the most, she would most certainly say it was her hair.
Her dark curly hair has been the bane of her 6-year existence. She had begged and wheedled her family to let her straighten and color it something else. Anything else. But alas, to no avail.
They had asked her repeatedly why she would want to and she repeatedly just insisted she needed it.
For some reason she did not want her family to know that those bugs at school who repeatedly called her witch were getting to her. She won't give them the satisfaction.
Her older sister always insisted that her hair was beautiful, but she could say that cause she had the straight blonde hair of their mother's.
Cassie would have gone to preparatory school in the morning and spent the afternoon with her nanny. But her nanny had gotten a terrible flu and her parents were on a business trip and they trusted no one else for her care. So today she had gone to work with her godmother, some audition or some such for new actresses.
Currently, her godmother was busy speaking with several of her people. She sat straight on her high-backed office chair, the one with wheels that she always loved, looking like some queen surrounded by her petitioners like those in her fairytale books. Her dark hair was slicked backed into a chic chignon with a few wisps framing her cheeks.
When asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, Cassie always said, "My godmother."
She was even fine with her black hair if only it was as straight as her godmother's.
Another set of people came in with papers and Cassie glanced at the open door and at her godmother, surely, she won't mind if she went out to look around? She was terribly, terribly bored of looking out the window into big towering buildings.
Cassie looked at the door again, shrugged and made up her mind. She took her little crossbody bag with her and hopped down the sofa and quietly made her way out of the room.
She felt a little thrill when she realized no one has noticed her absence.
This will be fun! I'll be on an adventure!
With that thought she trotted off.
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After the brief explanation of the audition process, they were divided into a group of 20 and were then led to a long rectangular room with most of the room behind thick curtains.
"Alright everyone, here we are," their guide then opened one of the curtains, "A lady to a cubicle please. In every cubicle, you will find several types of outfits in various sizes and we want you to show us how you would convey our theme of: Naturelle. There are several make up products here as well, you are free to use your own if you so choose."
Kiera's height made it easy to see the little table in the little nook and some hanged clothes. They were practically changing rooms.
"We will give everyone at least 30 mins to prepare, after which I'll be back to let you know the next steps."
As their guide left, the anxiety in the room practically skyrocketed and was practically palpable. Kiera did not wait for the others to make up their minds and immediately chose a cubicle in the corner.
She went into the cubicle and found that there was a little hook you can place a piece of the curtain into to keep it from being opened from outside. She made sure to secure those before she studied the rest of the space.
On the table was a mirror with various products from make-up removers, to foundation, to various shades of lipsticks, to various hair curlers, and a hair iron to name few.
She looked through the hanged clothes and found few choices that can go with the theme of Naturelle.
'This wasn't going to be easy at all.'