Amelie’s POV

Samuel showed me to the ladies' room, and I pushed open the door.

I let out a huge squeal. I FUCKING GOT THE JOB! I must be dreaming. Please, no one, wake me up. I can’t believe it. I walked over to the mirror and gazed at it. You, Amelie Jane Cavanaugh, you fucking rock! I pointed at myself in the mirror.

I can’t believe I can help my brother with his surgery. I still had a long way to go, but this was a start in the right direction.

I quickly adjusted my ponytail, ...