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.

with. What if he causes trouble for

"Let's

to the classroom

group of people suddenly appeared at the door. Leading the pack

his gaze landed on me. His lips

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

got to do

feisty, aren't we?"

full of yourself just because the professor likes you. Design isn't as simple as you think." "Thanks for the advice, but I

my demeanor. He

hack who cobbles together ideas to impress the professor. Your designs are nothing more than a soulless

deep breath, trying to tamp

may not

not let our work do

what you've got. I'll

and marched