The rejection stung worse than I wanted to admit and worse than I thought it would. Even though I was bracing for it, there was a tiny part of me that wanted to believe that I could do it.
It wasn’t just about the dress. It was the validation I was starving for. I wanted to be Bella the Designer that I always chased… not Bella the abandoned wife or Bella the charity case.
I called Miro.
It felt like instinct now to call him. And although I didn’t want to tell him about my failure, I knew Tiffany would get to him first. Who knows what show would feed him to make him believe that I just wasn’t good enough as she always so subtly said?
A part of me even thought she orchestrated the entire thing. But I’d known Claire for a while, and knew that she simply made a hard decision.
Miro picked
