Not Today Death
I haven't checked my emails for over three months. I haven't called my mother too and I haven't talked to Gigi as well.
I am homesick and it's starting to show. I am sitting in Madame's office bored to death while perusing a fashion magazine. I can feel her looking at me but I don't bother asking her what's up nor do I even look at her. She does that a lot; look at me. She reminds me of my mother in moments like these. My mother usually looks at me without really wanting to say anything and I have always been curious what goes on in her head in moments like those.
I put the magazine down and sigh while looking outside the window. I feel like I have done all the work and I am yet to be given the real chore. I have done the preparations needed, all I am waiting for is my real first assignment. I don't know how to bring this up to Madame, of course.