ELORA'S POV
No room for slacking.
Not anymore.
Not when every move I made was being watched. Some people might’ve celebrated finally landing a spot at one of the most prestigious fashion academies in the country—but for me, it meant stepping into a building full of sharp minds and sharp tongues. Colleagues who would love nothing more than to see the ‘non-graduate’ trip on her first step.
I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction.
I showered, threw on black high-waisted trousers and a white blouse, I tied my red hair into a sleek bun and grabbed a toast before heading out. No makeup today. No time to impress. Only time to prove.
I felt their stares the second I entered the Academy. Low whispers and eyes that lingered just a little too long. But I ignored them. I walke
