Best Job Ever

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What happens when a simple job interview brings you face to face with the love of your life? Meet Brooke, a 20 year old American, in England for college, studying at the prestigious Oxford University. It's summertime and she applies for a job as a maid and cook. Seems simple enough, right? Wrong. This job takes her through twists and turns, love and heartbreak, but best of all, she gets 4 new best friends/brothers and a sole mate. A job this amazing can only be described as the "Best Job Ever". WARNING: Some chapter have elements that can be triggering. And LANGUAGE! Some chapters have a lot of cursing. xxBo<3

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129. Dresses

Brooke's POV

 

I have quite the group with me right now. We are going wedding dress shopping! EEK! I know, a little late, considering the wedding's in 2 weeks. Oops. BUT, I had to wait for my bridesmaids and friends! So, right now, I have my mom, Liam's mother, my sister, Liam's sisters, Cheradyn, Sarah, Morgan, Molly, and Perrie. 10 people. Yup. We walk into the dress shop, supposedly the best one in London. Paps were crowded around the front, you know because this is supposed to be the biggest wedding since Zayn and Perrie got married, maybe even bigger. The dress shop has closed down and now, we're the only people in it. “Hello, Ms. Thorson!!!” The dress chick comes up, all happy and cheerful. I feel Sarah and Cheradyn poke me in the back. I stifle a laugh. “So, what kind of dress are you looking for?” The saleswoman says, her voice chipper and happy. “Um, I have no idea.” “Well, what's the price range? Oh, I'm so silly, you're marrying a millionaire!” She says, clasping her hands together. My eyes widen and my jaw drops, stunned at such a comment like that. “I'm purchasing the dress myself, actually, so, a little on the cheap side would be better.” I say, a fake smile plastered on my lips. “Oh, my bad. Well, any ideas?” She asks me, getting a little flustered. “I want something that makes me look good. That makes me look good enough for Liam.” I say, more to myself than to the sales woman. “Oh, I think I know just what you want!” She says. She leads us to a dressing room and leaves for a minute. I sit down, feeling a little overwhelmed. “I do NOT like that lady.” My mom says. Everyone murmurs in agreement. The saleslady comes back 3 dresses in her arms. She gestures for me to follow her. We walk into the fitting room and she tells me to start undressing. She slips the gown over my head and as she zips it up, I know it is going to be a no. The dress was cut for someone who had a straight body and who didn't mind showing off a lot of skin. I feel myself hurry to take it off. She takes the second one and I put it on. That one's even worse. Everything is bulging out. I quickly take it off and

put the third on. No luck. I don't even walk out and show the girls, that's how much I disapprove of the dresses. The sales chick walks out and says I can go converse with my girls. I walk out and my mom sends me a disapproving look. “Why didn't you show us?!” Cheradyn asks. “The dresses were horrible. Built for someone a lot thinner, like string bean thin. Definitely not me. ” I say, feeling a little hopeless. “It'll be okay.” Perrie says. The sales lady comes back with 2 more dresses. I go back into the fitting room and try the first dress on, it's way too big. I try the second one on. It is very simple, but very tight, but it may work. I go out to the girls. “What do ya'll think?” I say, placing my hands on my hips and attempting to model. Sarah's eyes, Molly's eyes, my mother's eyes, and Karen's eyes grow very wide. I wince at their reactions. “Too much?” I ask. My sister just shakes her head. “It's just not you. You need something simple but perfect, makes you look beautiful, not provocative.” She says. “And the 16 year old knows more than us.” I say, sighing and going back to take off the dress. The saleswoman comes in with more dresses. She pulls the next one out and I can tell by the way it's cut, it's a no. “Um, do you think it's possible if I could go back and look with you. All these dresses are not right.” I say. The saleswoman looks at me, a little shocked, probably because no one ever asks that. “Um, s-sure.” She says, rubbing her hands together nervously. We walk out of the fitting room and all my girls send me weird looks. I shrug them off and walk into the backroom where all the dresses are and die because there are so many. I start looking through different racks, mindlessly looking. As I reach the end of the forth or fifth rack, a small, stray rack catches my eye. “What is that rack?” I say, walking up to it. “Oh that's the clearance rack. Most of those dresses are out of style. Thin and sleek is in.” The saleswoman says, snottily. I start looking through those dresses, actually taking time to look at them. Most of them are prettier than the dresses I tried on earlier. At the very end of the rack, I find THE dress. It is absolutely beautiful. It is has short sleeves of pure white lace. A sweetheart neckline. The top is a fitted bodice with small pearls lining the sides. And the bottom is ruffles. If I never saw Liam, I'd say it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I immediately take it off the dress rack and walk or run, technically, back to the fitting room. The saleswoman comes in and sees me in such a hurry to put it on. She zips in up and I look at myself in the mirror. It fits perfectly, my waist looks smaller and my chest looks bigger. But over all, it matches me. Simple, classic, just a touch of something special. “This is it, this is the one.” I say quietly. “Would you like to show your family and friends?” She asks. I nod and walk out to the main dressing room. They all gasp which was the perfect reaction I wanted. “Brooke, it's beautiful!” My mom and Karen say at the same time. I bite my lip and smile. “It's the one.” Cheradyn says, looking at it up and down. Perrie, Sarah, Nicola, Ruth, Morgan, and Molly nod. Paige just smiles at me. I face the saleswoman. “How much?” “200 pounds.” She says. I gasp. Why so cheap? This is the best dress store in London. “It was on the clearance rack.” She says. “Thank you. I'll take it.” I say, a smile set on my face. The saleswoman smiles and clasps her hands together. I go back to the fitting room, take the dress off, put my clothes back on, and meet with my girls. “Brooke, you looked stunning in it and you didn't even have anything else with it!” Perrie says. She's right. I'm going to have shoes and jewelry and fancy hair and makeup as well. If the dress can make me look great with nothing else, then Liam is going to get an eyeful on the wedding day. “Brooke.” I hear someone whisper my name. I turn and Karen pulls me aside. “Liam has been texting me, trying to figure out the dress. You know he is going to look at it if you bring it back to your flat, right?” I nod. “Liam is many things, and he always has to know something.” I say. “Karen, would you keep the dress for me?” I grab her hand. “It would mean a lot to me, and it would mean a lot to Liam as well, and it would keep it out of his eyesight if you did.” “Of course I will.” I hug her. I go to pay for the dress and we walk out. Now, it's official. I can't wait for the wedding day. 

 

 

 

OMG I LOVE THIS CHAPPIE. NOTHING TO SAY, but can you guys comment more please?? Just I love your comments and I will reply to all of them! Kk, bye!! LOVE YEW! xxBo<3

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