#Chapter 130: Slap In the Face

Agnes The following day, I entered the design department bright and early with my presentation prepared. The rest of the department was gathered around the table, holding cups of coffee and blinking away the remnants of sleep. I, however, had hardly slept last night at all, and somehow I hardly even felt tired. I was too excited to present the ideas I had spent all night working on to feel sleepy. Once I set up my presentation, I took a deep breath and began. I went through the slides over the next twenty minutes, outlining my ideas for a mother-daughter fashion line. “The line is meant to reimagine girlhood for mothers while also creating matching pieces for daughters,” I said as I worked through the slides. “I’d like the mothers’ outfits to be versatile and appropriate for more mature events, but also fun and playful, perfect for playing dress-up or simply reigniting their love for everything girly and princesslike.” As I displayed the rough sketches I’d