Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 62

Sylvia quickly took her hand, "Of course, I forgive you. I know you had no choice, I believe in you."

Her face was flushed from the wine, her smile warm and genuine.

Freya nodded vigorously, but internally scoffed. So naive, holding onto those small acts of kindness, served her right to be deceived!

Freya shifted her tone to one of concern, "Sylvia, I heard you're dropping out of the competition? Really, it's okay, we can just get regular jobs, no need to always be so competitive."

"Freya, as my best friend, shouldn't you be encouraging me?"

"I...I just don't want you to overburden yourself, that's all," Freya stammered.

"Okay. Speaking of the competition, I noticed someone tampered with my design. You have my dorm key, right?" Sylvia probed.

Freya began to cry again, a picture of grievance, "You're suspecting me? After all these years of friendship, besides, your roommate has always been against you, and I'm the one who's always been there for you, protecting you. What if it was them?"

speaking ill of them. What if they get angry and report you? You could get a demerit, especially now that we're about to graduate. You wouldn't want that on your record, would you?"

in front of them. They won't be able

Sylvia extended her hand.

worried about getting a demerit. Sylvia took the key and then pretended

have nothing now, I'm done

on her lips, and then walked her

Sylvia sat up in bed and handed the key to the other three to destroy. Then she sat down at her

she found breakfast wrapped in an insulated bag on her desk, along with notes from her roommates

I've decided to fight for my future, I'm off to the company. The IOU is at the

for the heads up. I called my mom last night, and she found out that the company always hires interns for every major

remember to

then grabbed her design and rushed out to make a

...

days later, on the day of

ready to head out when

that? I read online that Bridget is wearing a haute couture gown, and you're dressed so plainly, what if the judges give scores also by the impression they have?" Hearing this, Sylvia looked down at her outfit. It was plain,