Amelia's POV.
The following day at work seemed like a thunderstorm, I didn't want to come to work but I had to gather inspiration as the contest was drawing closer.
In an attempt to appear as though nothing was wrong, and not to give Barbara the satisfaction that she had won, I wore a fake smile as I got down from the cab and entered the fashion house.
I could feel Cole's betrayal weighing me down in the back of my mind.
The sound of sewing machines, conversations about future collections, and the occasional rush of designers filled the busy workspace and I was glad I was welcomed into this space and it could clear my head momentarily.
I went to my desk and took my usual place by the big glass window.
"Morning, Amelia." One of my colleagues, Stella gave me her trademark smile. She
