She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 25

This year's design competition followed the same traditional format: three rounds. The preliminaries focused on sketches, the semi-finals on pattern drafting, and the finals culminated in a full runway show of the finished garments.

Shera had gone out of her way a couple of days ago to attend Galen's exhibition. She realized pretty quickly that her creative philosophy clashed noticeably with his. Galen was deeply traditional, whereas she leaned toward bolder, avant-garde concepts, favoring the integration of modern elements.

If she deliberately tried to pander to his tastes, there was no way she'd produce a piece she was genuinely proud of.

This was Evegrace's first public debut since its revival. It represented far more than just her personal reputation.

If she compromised her artistic integrity and boxed herself in just to achieve a specific result, it would completely betray the very reason Evegrace was founded in the first place.

After thinking it over, she decided to stick to her guns.

Whether she won the championship or secured the master's mentorship didn't matter as much anymore. As long as she gave it her absolute best, that was enough.

For an entire week, she locked herself in the studio.

She spent her days handling private custom orders and her nights agonizing over her competition submission.

She had drafted five or six versions, and she hated every single one of them.

The shrill ring of her phone broke her concentration. The caller ID read: Yara Yorke.

Yara was a wealthy heiress. Initially referred to them by a wealthy socialite client, Yara had fallen utterly in love with the custom gown Shera had designed for the woman and immediately placed several pre-orders of her own.

She was a spoiled socialite who usually didn't give anyone the time of day, but surprisingly, she and Shera hit it off perfectly. Yara frequented the studio, and they had grown quite close.

Shera picked up the phone, her voice weak. "What is it now, princess?"

"Get downstairs! I'm taking you somewhere amazing."

Downstairs?

Shera stood up, nearly stumbling as pins and needles shot up her numb legs.

She peeked out the window and saw an obnoxiously flashy sports car parked right outside. Yara was leaning against the door, waving up at her.

Her voice commanded through the speaker, "Hurry up. Get down here right now."

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