Dove
I was the eleventh in line when it came to presenting. Each time one designer came in and went out it felt like more and more air left my lungs. Some looked half terrified and others had an air of confidence which made me extra scared.
Some others were a jittery mess. Constantly bouncing their knees and looking over their notes over and over. Their faces red and already pools of sweat on their shirts. I was nervous too but I was smart enough to wear all black so that I didn't show it.
Molly had helped me with my outfit. I wore my gold studded boots and light washed denim jeans, a white button shirt and a beige knitted cardigan thrown over my shoulders easily. I had on the necklace Bucky bought for me as a lucky charm and the belt with the golden buckle as well.
