Lyra(Mia’s)POV.
My palms were getting sweaty. Having all those eyes pointed in my face made me rethink coming in here.
I had trusted my instincts yet again; my instincts coupled with some motivation from Sandra. If Logan wasn't going to let me in, I was going to let myself in; that's the mindset that had ended me up in this pickle.
I took a glance at where I was. A couple of steps away from me to the side of the room, I could spot the other designers staring at me. They were bitter, standing besides there rejected work. They must be hoping my work would turn out the same way as theirs, especially Laura.
I saw Logan walking over to me and I froze. He had a curt smile which I couldn't place if it was genuine or not.
“Hi,” I managed to mutter without cracking my voice.
“Don't bother
