Yara. " You have a guest. " She informed, a toothy grin playing on her lips and a frown settled on my lips. This time, it wasn't the practised smile, it was a genuine smile out of place and surprising because ever since I met the director's secretary, she had always been professional, hardly smil
Yara " Congratulations, Yara. I am happy for you." As we stepped out of the hall, Angel whispered, pulling me into her arms. " Now YC is in the international market. Cheers to more wins, " She added, happily patting my back. " Thanks." I nodded, returning her hug..I was still in a daze. I co
Yara " YC" The MC shouted, and the spotlight was on me. Yes, the Dusk was my work. I had created it back when I had troubles with Capital Gems' former director. I had planned on participating in the fashion show with it as an individual if things didn't work out with the company but luckily,
Yara. "What do you have to say for yourself?" The MC's voice was laced with anger as she asked and her eyes were bloodshot red as she stared daggers at Sally. On the stage, Sally's figure was trembling, with her shoulders slumped, and her eyes boring holes in the ground, too ashamed to look up,
As the short clip came to an end, soft murmurs filled the hall. The guests were engaged in heated discussions, some mad, others all bitter and others pointing fingers at Sally. And the culprit? She was no longer as calm as she was before. The confidence that was clothing her features a while ago
Yara. " You... you? Aren't you supposed to be there? Presenting your evidence?" Her words laced with confusion, Angel asked, shooting me her custom 'you have to be kidding me' look. And to that, I merely smiled. " You don't have to worry about that. It will be taken care of. " I answered myster