Letisha's POV
“You're not playing in the minor leagues anymore, sweetheart. You should stop now before you embarrass yourself any further."
I bit my tongue against an immediate retort. On one hand, I wanted to tell him to stuff it. He tended to spout baseless boasting and lies. On the other hand, I couldn't help but admit at least something he'd said earlier might be true.
This bid hadn't been much of a competition. Not because my talents had fallen short compared to Michael's designer's. But because, from all appearances, Betty Brown had already made her decision before we'd arrived.
Laurence had gone into a long-winded explanation about his design—which, objectively speaking—-had been very good. He hadn't risen to his current heights of fame while being untalented. While beautiful
