Moxie's POV
After weeks of preparation, it was finally time for the presentation. I took a deep breath as I walked into the room. My classmates already gathered in small groups, each one hovering close to their designs and models like they were guarding something fragile. I stepped inside, adjusting my grip on the hanger as I scanned the room, spotting Vicky, Naomi, and Maddox sitting together toward the middle row, their heads bent close in conversation until Naomi looked up and caught sight of me.
“There she is,” Naomi grinned, lifting her hand in a small wave. “Finally. We thought you were going to make a dramatic entrance or something.”
I let out a quiet breath, walking toward them. “I’m already dramatic enough just being here.”
Vicky leaned back in her chair, her eyes immediately
