Friday afternoon arrived with enough nervous energy to destabilize the entire neighborhood.
Haley changed her hairstyle three tis.
Alex rewrote two of her talking points "for sentence efficiency."
Phil tried to give interview advice based entirely on movies.
Claire eventually banned him from participating.
"You are making her worse."
"I'm building confidence."
"You told her to maintain dominance through handshakes."
"That's leadership."
By one, Haley stood in Gael's kitchen staring at herself in the mirror near the hallway entrance.
The outfit worked:
clean blazer,
fitted jeans,
minimal jewelry,
confident without trying too hard.
Still—
her hands kept fidgeting nervously.
"I can't breathe."
"It's normal," Claire reassured her
Claire wasn't dismissing the anxiety anymore.
She was grounding it.
Huge difference.
Haley looked toward Gael.
"What if they ask sothing smart?"
Gael stepped closer beside her near the mirror.
"You know your material."
"But..."
"You literally built the portfolio yourself."
Haley looked down briefly.
Then quieter:
"What if they realize I'm not as impressive in person?"
There it was.
The fear people would eventually stop being impressed once they looked deeper.
Gloria noticed imdiately from the kitchen doorway where she'd been drinking coffee.
"Oh, sweetheart."
The softness in her voice shifted the room instantly.
She crossed toward Haley slowly and rested both hands lightly on her shoulders.
"Pretty girls spend half their lives being afraid nobody takes them seriously," Gloria said calmly. "And smart girls spend the other half being afraid people only value their intelligence."
The room went quieter.
Even Alex looked up fully now.
Gloria smiled gently at Haley through the mirror.
"You know the secret?"
Haley swallowed once.
"Most people are pretending confidence too."
The sentence landed harder than expected.
Because it didn't sound like motivational advice.
It sounded lived-in.
Real.
Claire watched Gloria carefully after that.
Thoughtful again.
Like she was rembering sothing about her friend she occasionally forgot beneath the glamour and dramatics.
Then Gloria adjusted Haley's blazer collar slightly.
"You walk in there, smile, and act like they are lucky to et you."
"That sounds narcissistic," Alex muttered.
"That's effective," Gloria corrected.
She wasn't wrong.
A few minutes later, Haley stood near the front door with her bag over one shoulder while everyone hovered nearby pretending not to emotionally invest too hard.
Failed imdiately.
Phil hugged her first.
Claire fixed her hair again despite it already being perfect.
Alex reminded her to pause before answering difficult questions.
Then Haley looked toward Gael.
Small pause.
Different from the others.
Because his opinion mattered to her differently now.
"You think I can do this?"
Simple question.
Real one.
Gael stepped closer and brushed one thumb lightly along her wrist.
"Absolutely." "You already did the hard part."
Haley looked at him carefully for a second longer.
Then:
"Okay."
Not magically fearless.
Just steadier.
Which was enough.
And as she finally walked toward the car with Gloria loudly reminding her not to apologize unnecessarily during interviews—
Claire watched from the doorway quietly.
Then smiled faintly to herself.
"She's growing up."
Alex snorted softly from behind her.
"She's getting employable. Let's not exaggerate."
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