Students swooshed about the work area, their energy bustling as they darted from one sewing station to the next, alternating between sewing machines, mannequins, and design boards, with calculative looks on their faces as they cross-examined each decision they made for the project at hand.
On the other hand, I stood still at my workstation, two different fabrics in hand, as I examined the swatches under the bright studio light. The two of them were similar shades of purple, but which one would be best suited for a summer collection? Last time the teacher critiqued my fabric choice, I wouldn’t want to repeat the same mistake.
“Carina Forbes!” Someone called from afar. I looked over to the security who had called to me, my breath hitching in surprise. What was Kelvin doing here? The secur
