Viviane woke early that morning, borrowing Mirea's computer to dive back into the world of design. It had been three years since she set aside her passion, and now it was time to catch up on all she had missed.
Mirea, ever the busy night owl, had stayed up until two in the morning and was just now waking up.
She sat at the dining table across from Viviane, sipping coffee while Viviane focused on the screen.
"Oh, by the way," Mirea said casually, "there are two of your old design sketches and three jewelry design magazines on the desk in my room. You left them here ages ago."
Viviane majored in jewelry design, and she had an excellent understanding of colorful gems.
They were reminders of a dream she had abandoned halfway through, a collection she had intended to submit to the Internat
