I was preparing for one of the biggest showcase event and I honestly felt powerful and unstoppable.
But as I stood over a mannequin, trying to pin a piece of blue silk that refused to drape correctly, the floor seemed to move.
I gripped the mannequin’s shoulders witb my knuckles turning white. My head felt light, like l was losing air.
"Ava? Are you okay?" Sarah was by my side in a second, her hand on my elbow. "You’ve turned pale. When was the last time you ate?"
"I had... a protein bar? Or maybe that was yesterday," I murmured, waiting for the room to stop spinning. "I'm just tired, Sarah. The showcase is a lot."
"It’s more than a lot. You’re working eighteen-hour days," Sarah frowned. She reached for my half-empty cup of espresso my third of the morning and sniffed it.
"Wait. You
