Chapter 40: You Don't Own Me.
STELLA
It ws the D-Day.
I held the lower part of my purple hand-stoned and beaded dress as I climbed the stairs, leading into the hall—Cassian had given me three luxurious dresses, made by one of the most respected and legendary fashion designers from Africa, Veekee James.
He'd asked me to wear any for my graduation ceremony.
I was graduating. The wait was over.
The efforts was finally paying off.
Two years of learning had ended—it was time to step out of the world of being a fashion ‘student’, chase my dream and get that one thing that had been my drive till this moment—power.
The past one month—even two had been the same.
But the last month had been even tougher—and rougher.
I hadn't seen him in a month… it'd been two since the incident ha
