Moxie's POV
A week after the incident, Cherry went completely low-key and didn't dare to approach me to do something silly anymore. My legs had healed, and I was beginning to enjoy school genuinely.
I found myself paying attention in lectures and actually enjoying discussions, rather than just getting through them. And for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel like I was constantly catching up.
However, we had been given a major project to design a standout for a male model from another department. And this particular project really bothered me because I didn't know where to start.
“Okay, but imagine this,” Vicky leaned forward slightly as we walked out of the building, her hands moving as she spoke. “Structured tailoring, but with asymmetry. Something that looks sharp but st
