Chapter 29

ELORA'S POV No room for slacking. Not anymore. Not when every move I made was being watched. Some people might’ve celebrated finally landing a spot at one of the most prestigious fashion academies in the country—but for me, it meant stepping into a building full of sharp minds and sharp tongues. Colleagues who would love nothing more than to see the ‘non-graduate’ trip on her first step. I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction. I showered, threw on black high-waisted trousers and a white blouse, I tied my red hair into a sleek bun and grabbed a toast before heading out. No makeup today. No time to impress. Only time to prove. I felt their stares the second I entered the Academy. Low whispers and eyes that lingered just a little too long. But I ignored them. I walked straight to my desk and dived into the work Lucas had assigned me. I was supposed to work with Frank on the project, but he was nowhere in sight, and I wasn't about to wait around like a clueless intern. I rolled my sl