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“Yeah, you have to wear the same thing for every interview so it looks like you’re doing it all in one go,” Randy says. “Best to pick something comfortable because you might be in there for a while.”
Lilah points out my room for me, giving me a quick wink and a whispered, “Don’t worry, it’s fairly painless.”
I find my bags already in the room, waiting for me. I choose a light green turtleneck and leggings for the confessional, hair pulled up over my head in a fluff bun. When I come out, the others are all emerging from their rooms, too.
“Who’s first?” Jenn asks.
Beatrice sneaks up behind me and pushes me forward.
“New girl,” Jenn says, looking me up and down with unveiled distaste. “Let’s do it then.”
“I thought I was doing her,” Derek growls.
Jenn turns to look at him, staring him down until he grunts and backs away, eyes lowered in submission.
“Ok, Beatrice,” he says in a discouraged tone, “come with me.”
Beatrice sighs. “Save me some green nail polish, bitches, ok?”
“No promises,” Randy replies with a grin. “Enjoy.”
Chapter Twenty-three
~Haven~
I had assumed that the confessional was going to be awkward as hell, but I should have guessed that Jenn would be a consummate professional. The chair she’s selected for me has short legs, closer to the floor, so I can plant my feet, which makes me more comfortable. I’m in front of a green screen, but the room we’re in is small and unassuming. The camera lens looms over Jenn’s shoulder, but she sits fairly close, as if we’re having an actual conversation.
She starts off with easy questions, asking me what I do for money, what neighborhood I grew up in, and how I wound up applying forOmega Girls.
“You aren’t our typical omega,” she says, her eyes firm on mine.
Here it comes,I think to myself. “How so? Because of my body type?”
Jenn smiles condescendingly. “Not because of your body. Because of your upbringing. Most of our omegas, they’ve been on the ballroom circuit since they revealed. They have coaches to help them land a pack.”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. I’ve never heard of those before. “Coaches?”
“People who make a living helping omegas prepare for dating and landing a pack of their own. You had none of that, am I right?”
“No, I didn’t.”
Jenn smiles patiently. “Can you do me a favor and answer in full sentences? That makes it easier to put the footage together.”
“Oh um, sure. I… didn’t have a coach or go to omega balls growing up.”
“And why not?”
“My family was poor. We didn’t have the money to buy our way in. My parents always felt bad about it. They thought I was missing out, but I never really saw it that way.”
“And how did you see it?”
I purse my lips together, trying to frame my answer carefully. “I guess… I saw it as more like, a relief, that I didn’t have to go through all that. I didn’t have to dress up and be compared to all the other omegas. The beautiful ones. And here…” I look up at the ceiling for a moment before turning my attention back to Jenn. “I’m worried that’s exactly what will happen.”
Jenn cocks her eyebrow for a moment, studying me. “Why do you think that?” she asks.
“Because I’m… not particularly special,” I reply as directly as I can. Even as I say the word, I imagine it floating through the ether, moving through cables and cords into people’s television sets. The words repeat over and over again in my mind. “I like who I am, don’t get me wrong. And most of the time, I even like how I look. But being an omega… it’s all about how you come across. All about how pretty you are. And that’s never going to be a contest I can win.”
Jenn sits back in her chair thoughtfully. “I think you’re underestimating yourself, Haven.”
