VioletFor the next whole day, Mom pretended everything was normal but no matter how much I asked her, coaxed her, she wouldn’t give me a substantial reason.I cried, I expressed how it felt when she destroyed hours of my work and killed my motivation, yet she only gave me a sad smile and said.“I am sorry for my rash decision but your father put in a lot of effort to get you an interview at the Stratford group and your designs were not up to the mark.”Excuse me?My disbelief must be evident on my face because she simply shrugged it off. “Either way, in order to apologize for my rash act, I pulled a few strings and got some inspirations for you.”Saying so, she pulled out her phone and handed it to me.“What is this?”“Open the pdf” She urged me.I did and saw various jewellery sketches, raw and digital, some colorful mockups, some just black and white. There were dozens of them but all had the same cookie cutter designs.Mom spoke to me excitedly, sharing how she had to butter up so
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