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Vallon's fingers brushed against the door handle hesitantly.

Was this the right choice? She thought. Vallon had left America and was visiting her childhood home in Paris, France.

Vallon had left this place to get away from her problems, the people, the deep regrets she had in the past. To leave behind the wounds she wished would not reopen.

But Vallon wanted a fresh start. After all, everything was here in Paris. Her best friend, Aleah, her long distance boyfriend Jasper, her parents and the bakery, but most of all, her dream job, "Johansen & Co. Fashion".

Vallon sucked in a breath confidently. She payed the driver and stepped out of the taxi. Her job in America as a designer was a nice job, but not well payed. She knew if she wanted to continue down the current occupation road she was on, she would have to take a bigger leap, a risk.

Then her purse started to vibrate. Vallon pulled her phone out of one of the pockets, and glanced at the contact picture that had appeared on the screen a few seconds before. It was a picture of a caramel skinned girl with brown ombre hair and thick-rimmed glasses.

"I should have known she would call me sooner or later." Vallon muttered, pushing a piece of her raven black hair behind her ear to move it out of the way. She tapped the 'accept' button and held the phone up to her ear, preparing for the familiar reprimanding she knew was bound to come.

"Hey, Aleah." She answered first, her voice drained with exhaustion from the plane ride. "GIRL!" The woman on the other end practically screamed.

Vallon covered the speaker with her hand and laughed at her best friend's childish behavior. "How could you not call me, girl? Do you even know how worried I was?" Aleah exclaimed. "I'm twenty-three, I can take care of myself, Al." The ravenette reassured her.

The ombre sighed on the other end of the line. "Just making sure, I can't have my best friend feeling melancholy on her first day back!" Aleah stated, bringing a small smile to Vallon's lips. She could always count on her best friend to be overprotective, though she still appreciated it.

The two continued to catch up on what Vallon had missed in the past five years she was gone: old friends, drama, college, work... not a single topic had slipped past Aleah as the time went by.

Vallon continued to walk down the sidewalk, her black heels clicking every time she took a step, every time reaching closer and closer to her final destination.

Vallon had made sure she was completely prepared, that she looked presentable and wouldn't blow up her one chance at success in life. The ravenette straightened her jacket, then dusted her navy blue dress, smoothing out any visible wrinkles and removing any signs of fuzz or dandruff.

She sucked in a quick breath of confidence, then pursed her lips. The ravenette had come to a stop, because before her was the fanciest, and most extravagant building in all of Paris. She had reached her destination.

"I'm here, I got to go Al. I promise I'll call you after my interview, 'kay?" Vallon bid her friend farewell. "Good luck girl. Just don't spill scorching hot coffee on your boss this time, like you did at the last interview I heard about." Aleah remarked.

Vallon could feel her smirk through the phone. The ravenette groaned at the thought of the memory. Aleah chuckled.

"Well, don't waste any more time talking to me, go get 'em, girl!" Aleah cheered, raising Vallon's spirits as she giggled. They both said one last goodbye before Vallon hung up, sliding the phone back into its pocket in her purse.

She inhaled a nice, deep breath one last time, before raising her chin up high and marching towards the entrance.

"'Johansen & Co. Fashion', here I come." Vallon murmured, self-confidence lacing every word as the ravenette walked into the tall glass building.

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