Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"Especially what?" Kevin and I asked in unison.

"Especially you, Evelyn." Lianne looked at me and smiled cryptically.

"Me?" I pointed at myself. I was utterly bewildered.

"Exactly. The professor was deeply impressed by the unique design concepts and aesthetic vision in your portfolio," Lianne continued.

My eyes widened as a wave of indescribable excitement surged within me. To be recognized by such a renowned industry figure was an incredible honor. "Wow." I clenched my fists in exhilaration.

"It's absolutely true," Lianne said, grinning. "But it seems like the professor's compliment has rubbed someone the wrong way."

"Who?" I asked, puzzled.

Lianne sighed. "Who else? Carlos."

Of course. Carlos Miles, another top student in our department, was also my rival.

He had always been critical of my design philosophy. He accused me of being overly unconventional and straying too far from mainstream aesthetics. "He just can't stand seeing someone else succeed," Kevin muttered.

easy to deal with. What if

replied. "Let's

we returned to the classroom to get ready for

settled in when a group of people suddenly appeared

landed on me. His

I heard you're living it up overseas and even caught the eye of

got to do with

feisty, aren't we?" Carlos

yourself just because the professor likes you. Design isn't as simple as you think." "Thanks for the advice, but I know what I'm doing,"

incensed by my demeanor. He stepped

together ideas to impress the professor. Your

deep breath, trying to tamp

there's no absolute standard in design. You're not the authority to judge it. My concepts may not conform to mainstream standards, but that doesn't make them any less valid I

fight here, why not let our work do the talking? How about we settle

got. I'll show you what real design is in

he turned on his heel and marched out, leaving