Liv’s POV

I immediately picked up my iPad and clicked opened the email notification.

My stomach did a flip dance as I read the content, causing thin lines to grace my twenty-five dollar moisturized face.

"The Blackwood Corporation main office?" I muttered to myself, narrowing my eyes. "I thought I applied to the fashion line. Why on earth would my interview be at their main headquarters?"

My voice was louder than I intended, drawing the attention of Vio, who was plastering some avocado jam to her toast.

She glanced up, her honey-blonde hair catching the morning sunlight filtering through the window.

"Technically, the fashion line you applied to is a...