Yssa’s POV
It’s been a week since the party at Marcus’s and my life literally just become as eventless as it is, just pure study then normal house routine at Tita Isabelle’s house, and then shop too.
It’s been about three o’clock in the afternoon and the scorching rays of the sunlight outside is making me feel sleepy. Gosh! I need to listen to the instructor in front or else I’ll end up coming here with no achievement at all.
My batchmates were sure excelling on their chosen field of career to follow. I on the other hand was stuck badly with an incomplete memory that I wasn’t even sure will ever be recovered. At least, I should not waste my chance of keeping up with them with this once in a lifetime opportunity of formally learning the art of tailoring and designing.
If I
