"You're still at PEAR?"
"Yep." Amelia Clarke nodded and said, "But I haven't been to the studio lately. Connie said that once the competition results are out and I've become a bona fide designer, she'll let me independently design a clothing collection. It might be very busy then, but I'm looking forward to it."
Thinking about seeing one's own designs turned into finished products, displayed in the shop window with the image spotlights and ambiance lights turned on, just the thought of it gives this indescribable sense of itchiness.
Class was about to start, and Mia Moreland hurriedly rushed into the classroom with her bag in hand, her hair all messed up, cheeks red, and breathing as heavy as a broken bellows, sweat plastering her forehead.
"Rushing to get reincarnated? Running so fast; look at how out of breath you are." Viola Harris reached out to tidy Mia's frost-covered fringe.
Nearly a month had gone by since the new year, and Capital City was still icy cold.
