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- OOC First Name
- Ana
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- Age
- 20
While Celia was well aware of the concept of imposter syndrome, she couldn't say she had much experience with it. At Hogwarts, she was surrounded by idiots, and it was hard not to feel superior to her classmates. Things were different at EVELYN, however. All the designers here were incredibly talented, and Celia was acutely aware of her own lack of experience or skill. So far, she hadn't been given many tasks that required actual design skills. She had mostly done administrative tasks, fetching fabrics and taking inventory. But every time Celia put together a mood board of the latest trends or assisted with making a pattern, she felt a nervous twinge in her stomach. It was exhilarating.
Celia's nerves were in full force this morning as she had a meeting scheduled with Evelyn herself. As an intern, she hadn't thought the founder of the entire brand (and modeling agency) would ever bother to meet with her, but it seemed Evelyn Manning was very generous with her time. This could be the most important connection she made during her internship, and Celia was determined not to screw up the opportunity. She'd spent a frankly excessive amount of time on her outfit (and makeup and hair) this morning, trying to craft the perfect fashion-forward but business appropriate look, and was fighting the urge to check her makeup for the umpteenth time when the door to Evelyn's office opened. Her assistant beckoned Celia forward, and she took a deep breath before entering. "Hi Evelyn," she said, smiling warmly as she held out her hand. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Celia, the fashion design intern."
Celia's nerves were in full force this morning as she had a meeting scheduled with Evelyn herself. As an intern, she hadn't thought the founder of the entire brand (and modeling agency) would ever bother to meet with her, but it seemed Evelyn Manning was very generous with her time. This could be the most important connection she made during her internship, and Celia was determined not to screw up the opportunity. She'd spent a frankly excessive amount of time on her outfit (and makeup and hair) this morning, trying to craft the perfect fashion-forward but business appropriate look, and was fighting the urge to check her makeup for the umpteenth time when the door to Evelyn's office opened. Her assistant beckoned Celia forward, and she took a deep breath before entering. "Hi Evelyn," she said, smiling warmly as she held out her hand. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Celia, the fashion design intern."