RAINE’S POV
The air got sucked out of the room. Prof. Salma’s eyes narrowed behind her red-framed glasses. “Arden. Be kind.”
Arden threw up her hands like she was being misunderstood. “My bad. I’m just spitting facts.”
A couple of people around her snorted and laughed under their breath. I didn’t laugh. It was not funny at all.
I wanted to throw a chair or at least say something savage, but I didn’t. I just smiled because I wasn’t going to let someone who was bitter and jealous get to me today.
After everyone finished presenting, Prof. Salma walked around, jotting things down. She paused by my table and gave me a nod.
“Raine’s team had the most cohesive, creative collection. The graffiti denim jacket in particular stood out. Great balance of structure and artistry,” she said.
Arden’
