I Abandoned Alpha Crush
The charcoal pencil in my slender fingers spun around, and finally, as if making a decision, I added another, longer, and deeper crack to one of the broken wings.
Just then, the studio door was thrown open with a bang. My mentor, Sofia, a vibrant and somewhat dramatic Italian middle-aged woman, stormed in.
Her brown curls, usually neat, were tousled by the wind, and she held a glass of champagne that seemed out of place in the cold, her face alight with excitement.
"Sera! My dear sweet thing!" Sofia's voice boomed with a thick accent. "I have the most wonderful news! The artistic director at Chanel has seen your 'Broken Wings' collection!
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