Chapter 120

He can’t stand complicated feelings? Please, his are the messiest of all. I shook off his hand. "Nope. Not into you." Nicholas stared at me like I’d just stabbed him with a spoon. "Hey, I’m not that bad, am I?" "You’ve got the thoughts but not the guts. I regret even listening to you in the first place." I huffed and walked out. He kept calling “sister-in-law” behind me, trying to get me to think twice, muttering something like “she won’t realize till it’s too late,” but his voice trailed off and I didn’t catch the rest. Just as I stepped out of the office, I caught a snippet of someone talking about the organizer’s last name being Wright over by the break room. I paused, about to eavesdrop more closely, when Daniel walked up with that bright smile on his fair face. "Isabella, I heard you're entering the design competition! I just looked it up—two masters are showing up this year, apparently to scout new apprentices. You're so talented, you’ve totally got this!" Everyone wants to be me