Chapter 41

• Some time later...
• "You have been selected, Miss Gray. You have a beautiful portfolio of photographs and undoubtedly, your face will go far."
• I smiled, unable to hide my excitement. I bit my lower lip to try to conceal my happiness. I stood up from my seat, smoothing out my black pencil skirt with my nervous fingers and shook hands with Mirtha Johnson, who was sitting behind a dark wooden desk. She stood up from her seat to shake my hand even harder. We let go.