What do you want

Although I work as a photographer,I don't get much money to buy clothes or take care of myself, I spend my paycheck on house rent and food, and I don't have time to buy fancy things or dress up.

"You know, Cinderella; you should try applying make-up sometimes," Gwen mumbled, applying powder on her face. She was sitting on my bed with a mirror in her hand.

"I hate that thing It's so uncomfortable,I like

my face the way it is," I replied, smiling

widely as I struggled to put on my jeans.

"You don't know what you are missing. When I see you going to work or on the way, do you know why l ignore you when you call me?” She inquired while I put the shirt

on my head, I pulled the shirt down my body

and looked at her.

"I have noticed that but don't remember asking you." She always ignores me when we meet outside apart from home because she is my neighbor, l just felt she was not used to talking to people she knows outside when she is with her colleague because she is the shy type. She works as a banker.

She walked to me and stood in front of me, lifting her upper lip in disgust.

"See Cinderella,I ignore you because of the way

you dress. You dress like a girl who can't

take care of herself, always wearing ugly

clothes and no makeup." She said,putting

her hand in the hole in my shirt, which

made my face red,I removed her hand from

my clothes immediately.

"Hey, it's my life, my private life, I decide what I want to do with my life," I replied, backing her she doesn't know the expenses, I need to take care of, If I think of buying clothes, I won't be able to pay my house rent, I carried my bag from the bed and strive to leave when she held my hand.

"What do you want?" I asked,raising

questioning eyebrows.

"I was just advising you. Maybe that's one

of the reasons you are dating that

broke-ass." She stated bluntly. And I glared

at her.

"How dare you call my boyfriend, a broke-ass!" She smirked evilly as I stated with my lipspursed tightly.

"Because that is what he is," she said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Don't call him that," I said, clenching my fist .She continue talking while I walked out of the house,ignoring her, I hope my mum chases her out.

"Mum I am going!" I yelled. I knew she was

stiIl in her room.

"Bye,honey!" she exclaimed.

I choose the way I want to leave my life?

why does she care?

I closed the door and walked down the

street, I call a taxi and it drove me to the front of our company.

It's actually a big shop full of photos, cameras, and models coming to shoot pictures, and since it's Christmas,there will be a lot of customers, so my boss does only the professional snapping.......

The professional snapping, I snap occasionally because I am still learning. Although she knows I am good,she refused to tell me because the models only want her to take their pictures and not me.

I took a deep breath and turned the shop's doorknob, walking inside and looking at my boss,who was talking to a model. She spotted me and I stroked my hair back shyly .She talked to the model in a way that l think she is dismissing her, to talk to me.

I gripped the string of my bag and try to walk to my desk when I hear my name.

I walked over to her and put my head down, avoiding her gaze. Please let her not fire me ,I feel like evaporating right now.

"Why are you late?" She asked softly.Wow, this is unusual. She speaks politely for the first time. This is not a good sign.

"I-I was stuck in traffic," I mumbled without looking at her.

"Let this not repeat itself. In the main, timel need your help." She said,looking at her fingers. Why am I not surprised. I look up at her.

"Jason quit this morning without telling me

earlier, so I could make arrangements to

hire a new photographer. He was supposed

to go and take pictures at Blackstone's

wedding today." She stated the Blackstone's

are the most influential family in town, l

heard they don't use a car for too long

because they are just too rich.

"What do you want me to do." I inquired.

"I need you to go there, and replace him." She declared.

"Okay, I will go now," I reply,going to my

desk to put my camera into my bag.

"Don't tell me you are going to look like that? " she stated, looking at my clothes, and I felt embarrassed and intimidated.

"What's wrong with my clothes? I'm not attending the wedding, am I?"I ask,raising a brow.

“You aren't but you don't expect the photographer to look like cow shit." She stated,"So I look like cow shit to her." She

clapped her hands, and the make-up artists ran to us.

"Give her a makeover and maybe let her wear a ball gown." She declared.And the make-up artists dragged me to the dressing room of the models.

"Take, go and put this on." The artist said, handing me a beautiful sparkling silver ball gown with diamonds all over it, and a fur jacket. This clothing is far too expensive for me,I took it from her and she pushed me into the dressing room.

After struggling to put on the dress, l walked out of the dressing room,wearing the dress. Although I felt uncomfortable in it, the dress was too long. AlI the artists fixed their eyes on me.

"You already look great in this dress. Time for the finishing touches." Another one added. And they dragged out a chair for me to sit in front of the mirror. I sat on the chair, staring at my face in the mirror.