Nadia took a sip of her hot coffee, eyes following Zara as she stretched on her yoga mat.
"So you mean, Regina Caldwell — Benson Hills' wife — is your college nemesis?"
Zara transitioned into cobra pose and raised an eyebrow.
"In fact, I made her drop out of design school."
"Wow! You were really evil," Nadia mumbled, just loud enough for Zara to hear.
Zara rolled her eyes and shifted into corpse pose.
"Hear me out — she deserved it."
She sat up, brushing strands of hair from her face.
"And clearly, she didn't even learn her lesson, pulling this stunt again."
Nadia shrugged, resting her cup on her lap.
"Girl, I'm already judging you. Give me the full gist," she demanded, leaning forward with interest.
Zara smirked. "Back in second year, she stole one of my designs and tried to pass it off as hers. I caught wind of it, confronted her, and gave her a chance to come clean before the submission deadline. She refused. So, I took matters into my own hands."
