They probably saw right through her application. Some chic New York designer was probably poring over her application right now with a furrowed brow, wondering—hold up.
Farrah lowered her fist, unsure whether she heard right. “I’m a finalist?”
“You’re a finalist.”
Mother and daughter stared at each other before erupting into simultaneous squeals.
“I’m a finalist!” Farrah bounced up and down in excitement. Her MacBook slipped off her lap and would’ve crashed to the floor had she not grabbed it at the last minute. She held the screen close to her face, eyes wide. “I’m a finalist, I’m a finalist!”
Was this real life?
Maybe she was dreaming. God, that would suck.
Farrah pinched herself in the thigh.
Holy—ok. Not dreaming.
Of all the aspiring interior designers in the world (ok, in America), she, Farrah Lin, was a finalist for the most prestigious student competition in the industry. She could work for her idol, Kelly Burke. Hell, if things went well, she could have a job offer at the end of the summer.
This was unreal.
Wild, restless energy raced through her. She needed to do something. Tell someone the good news. Dance. Scream at the top of her lungs. Something!
“I’m proud of you.” Cheryl beamed. “Good thing I didn’t raise a stupid daughter. Although I can’t believe they didn’t email you. What is this, 1999? Are you sure you want to work for a company that doesn’t know how to use email?”
“Mom!” Farrah was in too good of a mood to take offense. “They’re traditional like that. It’s part of their appeal.”
“I guess you know better than me. Now, what are you still doing here?” Cheryl waved her daughter away. “Celebrate with your friends. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Ok! Talk to you later,” Farrah sang.
They didn’t say “I love you.” In fact, the thought of saying those words in Cantonese made Farrah cringe. So awkward. But some things didn’t need to be said.
Farrah waved goodbye, closed her laptop, and ran into the hall.
She hesitated, debating who to tell first. After a split second’s indecision, she ran to Olivia’s room and knocked on the door.
“Ladies, this is long overdue.” Courtney sighed in bliss as the pedicurist massaged her feet.
The spa smelled like lotion and lavender essential oil. Soothing music piped from hidden speakers. Half-empty glasses of bubbly sat next to each girl.
It was heaven.
“Mmm.” Farrah couldn’t muster enough energy for actual words. Massages always lulled her into a sleepy dream state.
“So overdue.” Olivia wiggled her toes. “I’ve been so stressed. Do you know how hard it is to find a good summer sublet in New York?”
“I told you, you can stay at my family’s place in the city. We never visit New York in the summer.” Kris shuddered. “Heat and tourist central.”
“Thanks, but I’m not sure the Upper East Side is my vibe. No offense.”
“I don’t care.” Kris sipped her champagne. “The offer’s open if you change your mind.”
“Thank you. Love you.” Olivia blew her a kiss.
“When do you get the final decision?” Courtney asked Farrah.
“April. Internships start in June.” NIDA covered the winner’s flights and housing, so the short timeline wasn’t a big deal. But now that the high of being a finalist wore off, Farrah went right back to worrying again. She was one step away from the internship of her dreams. If she came so close and didn’t get it…Farrah didn’t want to think about it.