<div style="text-align: justify;">Magdalene still felt a little uneasy. It felt like she was dreaming, and would wake up at any moment, on her bed in a simple room at home. But no, she wasn't dreaming. She knew she was awake. That was her chance, <span style="font-style: italic">her dream</span>. The chance to actually be someone, and to achieve the place she had always wanted to reach. Sure, she would have to start slow. Start from the bottom. But one day, she would be on the top. Magdalene knew she would. She just needed patience.<br/><br/>And yet... something made her a little uneasy. Everything seemed too easy, too simple. It seemed to be happening too fast. Maybe it was too good to be true? God knew things happened to girls in this business, things that shouldn't happen to anyone.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">"T-thank you"</span>, the girl stammered a little, feeling overwhelmed. It was complicated. It was... way too much. Taking a deep breath, Magdalene forced herself to smile. She should be happy, right? This was what she had always wanted. Then why did she feel like this? The girl could feel an urge to cry, for no reason.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Magdalene tried to regain control. Shaking her head, the girl smiled faintly and stood on her feet, taking a moment to steady herself. <span style="color: #8000FF">"So do I. I hope I will do well"</span>, the girl murmured softly. With a soft sigh, she looked at Anthony, her big eyes with a grateful expression. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Thank you for everything, Sir"</span>, she murmured honestly. <span style="color: #8000FF">"I... I'm sorry if I sounded suspicious, I just... this is a little scary, that's all"</span>.</div>