Hello, I am Adelia Kepa, I have many brilliant ideas, and lots of pretty decor… At least that's what it says on my resume.
I nervously put on a black pencil skirt, and tying my long blond hair into a messy bun, I grabbed my resume off the table along with my keys to my very small 2000 Volkswagen bug, which was all I could afford even when I was mooching off my parents living at their house, and eating their food, but I couldn't afford rent on an apartment right now.
My marriage to the perfect guy still months away, so I could get in a few clients right now, which is why I'm going to meet a client but first, about my job.
So basically a ton of uncreative guys come to me if they can't come up with a good way to propose to their girlfriend. …show more content…
Relax man" he chuckled, unsure of what do I grab my notes and asked him "do you guys have a song? He nodded "play that song by chain smokers" I squealed I literally squealed "that is my song with my fiancé!" but remembering to be sane I stopped acting like a middle school Preppy "cool" is all he said "well, I have most of the info here on the paper you filled out online nice meeting I can text you and we can bounce ideas back and forth" we waved goodbye as I wiggled into my tiny car I thought it went pretty well except for me acting like an awkward seventh grader most of the time I sighed and turned the