Taking the designs out of the box one by one and observing them, glints of admiration sparked in Yara's eyes but it then swapped with a pout of jealousy on her visage. How could that girl draw the pictures perfectly which seemed unfair to her?
She pinched one of the designs in her hold tightly as a manifestation of her vexation over her misfortune; living in poverty limited her access to a good education. Her teeth almost clattered in protest at her destiny but the voice of her assistant yanked her consciousness back.
"Excuse me, Miss. What will you do with the designs?" The wavy-short-brown-haired girl in a white blouse and dark knee-length skirt hesitantly inquired, suspicious of Yara's action of learning the designs.
Yara's glare shot at her. "That's none of your business."
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