OLIVIA
I tapped it as fast as my fingers could move and there it was. Not just one email, but two. Both from the casting director.
“…We would be honored to have you walk in this show.”
“…If possible, we would love to have you visit The Row’s studio today to meet briefly with our team and explore a few fitting options.”
I blinked repeatedly, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. My eyes darted to the clock and it was almost eleven. I still had time.
Hands shaking, I typed a reply, trying to sound calm and professional, even though my brain was doing cartwheels. Then I hit send.
I barely paused before racing to my room, grabbed a towel, and jumping into the shower.
After my shower, I picked out something clean and stylish, something that would look really good if I ended up on a blog
