POV:Adriana
I sat cross legged on the bed, my eyes fixed on the application form lying untouched on the nightstand. The bold letters at the top read The House of Laurent.
Just seeing the name made me smile. I had dreamed of that school once—the most prestigious fashion school in the country. A place where talent was molded into art, where only the children of politicians, chairmen, CEOs, and the wealthy were accepted. A place where someone like me… didn’t belong.
I had applied years ago, back when my dreams still felt reachable. But Father had crushed that dream with one sentence.
"You’re a nobody, Adriana. That school isn’t for people like you. Even if they accepted you, I wouldn’t waste a dime on such nonsense."
What he didn’t know was that I hadn’t needed his money. I had applied
