First-person POVOn the day the competition results were announced, I finally had a rare moment of free time. I was sketching in the conservatory when Magda walked in and slapped a printed list down beside me. "Take a look. Don't accuse me of holding you back." I scanned the long list of designers until I found my name, then checked it twice to make sure I hadn't misread it. I'd won an award in the emerging designers category, and my work would be featured in the public exhibition. I was so overwhelmed with excitement that tears nearly spilled from my eyes.…A few days later, Luca and I officially ended our engagement without any further complications. I handed him the necklace and engagement ring. He opened the box and stared at them for a long time. "You never wore them? Not even once?" That necklace had once been enough to earn Isabella's disdain if I so much as looked at it for too long. But by the time it was finally mine, I'd already lost all desire to wear it.
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