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.

not easy to deal with. What if he causes

about him," I replied. "Let's focus

the classroom

a group of people suddenly appeared at the door. Leading the pack was none

scanned the room until his gaze landed on me. His lips

it up overseas and even

frowned. "What's that got

feisty, aren't

you not to get too full of yourself just because the professor likes you. Design isn't as simple as you think." "Thanks for the advice,

my demeanor. He stepped closer and towered

a hack who cobbles together ideas

a deep breath, trying to tamp down my

judge it. My concepts may not conform to mainstream standards, but that doesn't make them any less valid

let our work do the talking? How about we

snorted. "Fine. Let's see what you've got. I'll

heel and marched out, leaving behind a tense, suffocating