My interview outfit is beautiful. It is a short light blue, sequined dress. It only has one sleeve, and it is a tank top sleeve. A silk bow ties off at the waist. My stylist has me in black strappy wedge sandals. My hair is done up in a messy bun in the center of the back of my head with a few strands hanging down. Minimal makeup is on my face. I keep thinking, I wonder what Raycen is wearing for his interview, but I realize he is no longer able to wear anything. He is dead. I almost break down multiple times, but I keep myself together.
After my prep team is finished fussing over my whole ensemble, they step back to admire their work. "We have created a miracle. She looks like she isn't even crazy!" Tears well in my eyes. They talk like this all the time.
"You guys think I'm crazy?" My voice comes out as a whisper. I look at my feet and squeeze my eyes shut. They all become quiet and they move a little closer. I think they are going to comfort me when one of them says, "Yeah, actually we do." They smirk and walk out. I am left alone to cry.