Chapter 28

“It’s over… I can’t believe it’s over.” I gush at Christian as we stand by the wine glass display and help ourselves to a glass of white. The room fast filled with the audience as they exited the catwalk area and into the banquet with us; the designers have been pensively awaiting their arrival after each slot saw us put in here out of the way.

My slot was over almost two hours ago, and we have been in here sipping on wine and nervously picking at food, too uptight even to watch my fellow students’ collections from the wings. Not that I want to watch any of them, having had enough of them all year long and their incessant ass-wipe ways. We had the room mostly to ourselves until the show ended, seeing as they all wanted to watch each other and root for their friends, so now it’s filling up, and the full force of anxiety hits me hard.

I grasp Christian’s arm tightly as the obvious flow of important people comes into the room in a stream-like line. I recognize so many influ