Audrey
The following Monday morning dawned bright and full of promise. The Friday before, my ‘Life Cycle’ dress had been well received by Leo and the other designers despite the previous incident—much to Linda’s chagrin.
Now, Leo led us down the bustling hallway, down a set of stairs, and into a large utility elevator that would carry us to the basement of the building.
“For your third project,” Leo explained in the tense silence of the elevator, “you’re going to be participating in a competition against each other.”
Linda, who had been leaning against the wall and examining her nails with a bored expression on her face, suddenly glanced up. “A competition?” she cooed, looking over at me. “Audrey and I do love a little friendly competition, don’t we?”
Great, I though
