I reload the web page several times to ensure that the online balance is correct. My heart sinks as the figure remains constant; I have £4.82 in my account. I knew living on my own would be difficult while I was in university, but I didn't expect to fall broke so quickly. I wouldn't get another salary for four days, and even then, it would only cover my rent and a portion of my food. My family was dealing with their own financial difficulties, so I couldn't exactly ask them for money.However, I don't have much time to think about this because I can't be late for my next lesson or I'll be in big trouble. I rise from my sat position in my bed and put on a white blouse and black jeans. I have yet to do my laundry at my building's damp basement laundry room, and they are the only clean pair of jeans I own. Before I go, I take a quick look in the mirror; my long brown hair is a mess, so I twist it into a tight bun to keep it out of my face. To be honest, I could have put more care into

I've given them all the same replies, albeit extremely vague ones. "Well, I'm studying business and media at university and..." Lory leans forward in her seat, shaking her head, her hands resting on the enormous mahogany desk. "No, my sweetheart, not what you're doing now. What is your most ardent desire? If the sky was the limit, anything would be possible. What would you do if you were granted a wish for a life?" I pause for a second to ponder, but the answer rushes out of my mouth before I can stop it. "I've always thought it would be incredible to be a screenwriter, you know, writing for television and movies." "However, I'd also like to write books." My cheeks quickly flush when I say the words. That's something I've never told anyone else, not even Poppy. I don't want to look over at her and see what she thinks of me in case she thinks I'm a moron. Lory grins, as if this was the solution she was looking for. "Beautiful, simply beautiful." And available; many guys are lookin

Poppy has finished applying my makeup and is scouring my closet for an appropriate attire 45 minutes later."So, she didn't give you any hint about who your match is?" Poppy asks, holding a blouse on my chest before shaking her head and returning it to the wardrobe."No, no idea." "All she said was that she had the 'perfect man' for me," I repeat to myself as I go through my drawers."Perfect, huh? "I'm curious what he's like." She responds with a dreamy tone. I'm pretty sure Lory hasn't found 'the one' for me, but if she thinks he's a good match, I'm curious why. "How're you feeling?" Poppy interjects my thoughts as she arranges a black summer outfit on my bed for my approval. The skirt is beautiful and flowy, and the top half fits snugly against my chest, giving me a nice shape; not too revealing, but displaying a little skin, I nod my head appreciatively."I'm really nervous, I know I'm probably not going to meet him today, but Lory is kind of intimidating," I confess sheepishly

This is something you can handle. It'll only take a few of hours. He's not going to murder you. Pretend it's a date, and forget that you've never truly dated and are probably terrible at it. You'll be OK. "Yes, sir," Ambrose responds, his face set on a mad run for the door. "Thank you for driving me, Ambrose" I grin up at him, he bobs his head and keeps his attention on the ground as if he isn't permitted to look at me directly. "Enjoy your evening, Miss Kendrick, Mr Whitlock," and my buffer vanished. It's just the two of us now. I return my gaze to the man in front of me and give him a nice smile. "Nervous?" I can't lie, he says. His fixed gaze on me makes me feel like I'm hooked up to a lie detecting machine. I nod my head and crack a shy smile."Yes, I've never done anything like this before," I say as he tilts his head and watches me, his own lips twisting into a delicate smile. "How did you get involved in this?" As he takes a sip of his water, ice crystals clink on the gobl

As he draws nearer, I feel a quickening in the rhythm of my heartbeat. He places his hand on my waist and goes in for a cheek kiss. I have no idea what to do with my hands or, to be honest, any other part of my body, so I just give him a small grin. As I greet Mr. Whitlock with a pleasant "Hello," I see Grace is staring at me intently. Mr. Whitlock mumbles, "Amelia," before taking a step back and keeping his hold on my waist. "I only have an hour, shall we get started?" Lory instantly takes action, directing me to one side of the table and motioning for me to take a seat next to her before taking a seat herself next to me at the table. She crouchs to the side of her body, slides out a stack of papers, and places one stack in front of me and one stack in front of herself. When I look up, I find Rhodes is watching at me intently, and I can't help but smile when I catch his gaze. Just then, I saw him reaching into his suit danteil for a pen. "Okay, Amelia. The contract will be read