SOPHIA’S POV
My throbbing head did nothing to dampen the excitement I felt as I finished up on my favourite piece. I leaned back against my office chair, staring at the pieces of discarded paper.
I massaged my stiff neck, still smiljnv and what is managed to achieve. It was finally done. I had been working on it before my whole divorce escapade, but none of the designs ever called out to me like this one.
I successfully established my studio with the help of Cynthia, so I decided to try working on a design again.
Who knew that all I needed was an unfaithful husband, a bit of defaming scandals and a tiny drop of mental crisis. As I looked at it, I could tell exactly what it signified. Victory through doggedness.
It was a rose gold bracelet, designed to wind around the wrist three times
