SERENA
Taking note of the damages, I moved into my studio slowly, my body shaking like crazy. I had dropped my handbag at the entrance
My big working table was split into two,
All my design tools were on the floor, totally destroyed,
My sewing fabrics, all soaked in the red paint with tear marks on them.
All my sketch papers were also colored red,
My mannequins had multiple bullet holes on their faces...no one single one was missed.
"Oh my God," A sob escaped from my lips when I saw my framed sketches smashed to pieces and the sketches torn beyond repair.
The pain from my cramps was nothing compared to what I was feeling right now. I couldn't even sit down 'cause my chair was split in half like my table.
I had gotten to the end of the studio, rested my body on the wall as I loo
