Naomi's heart has never been any lighter now than it had been in the last frustrating 10 months.
She felt alive and could wear a genuine smile that came to stay since the day she received a trial invitation to style the International music maker Shorty Black.
Someone she admired all through her stay in Fashion College, as the students usually shortened.
She got to her duty post early enough, the almighty Divinity Fashion House- DV, her dream came true after the first got shattered by some powerful drunk man.
She smirked when a thought of the suddenly nice Damian crossed his mind. She felt the touch of guilt and anger. Guilty for being the reason he lost the contract, and angry that he shattered her first-ever fashion mall.
Her shoulders shrugged, and so did her thoughts as She walk
