Her eyes widened every more, causing the young woman to very much resemble a deer caught in the headlights of an incoming vehicle as he spoke under his breath, and referred back to her very short resume. She sat in silence as it seemed to take an eternity for him to speak up again, her nails digging into her palm as she clenched them nervously, leaving behind white half moon crescent indents in her skin. The silence was driving the impatient young woman mad, she just wanted to find out what was going to be her fate, whether she would desperately need to search for a new job to pay her living expenses, at least this job came with accommodation, another perk she would most likely not get to experience.<br/>Her head jolted up as he spoke once more, pure shock written plainly across her readable face as she processed the insanity that he had just spoken. It took every fibre of her being not to jump up and fist bump the air out of pure joy. She smiled ecstatically over at him as she quickly jumped to her feet.<br/>"Thank you so much! Yes, yes please, I'd love to have the job..I can't believe.." Evie trailed off with a small shake of her head as she held her hand out to him once again as she continued, "I'm really really grateful, I promise you won't regret this decision,"<br/><br/>Her face was flushed out of pure excitement to be offered the job - this was definitely a reason to go celebrating! However, it was also flushed from the fact she had reacted so animatedly in front of the poised and groomed man. Her eyes met his, a small smirk on her face as she looked back up as she took his face in again, one that she would get the utmost pleasure from getting to see everyday.<br/>Once she had composed herself again, she quickly thanked him again, before heading back out of the large house. As she walked down the stairs to the gravel driveway, she let out a small breath of relief she hadn't realised that she had been holding and she walked purposefully back down the drive, a happy smile on her face.<br/><br/>Evangeline turned up to the house a few days later, on the Saturday, as instructed to do so, carrying a small bag with all of her belongings in it as she walked up to the door. She pressed her finger to the doorbell, listening with satisfaction as a sharp shrill rang through the house, announcing her arrival to all of its occupants. As she waited, she took a step back, a small smile on her face as she glanced around at the exposed exterior. There were vibrant green bushes lining the brick walls that kept everybody out...or in she supposed and immaculate lawns that seemed to run on for miles. It was the picture garden, one that you would see in magazines or television problems, a big contrast to the council estate one she had grown up playing in.