The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Good morning everyone." I greet cheerfully as I approach my fashion team with Ryan by my side. They respond in chorus, with bright smiles on their faces. Everyone looks excited and I'm sure just like me, they cannot wait to start already. << We all look very cheerful this morning."

"That's because it's day one of the competition and we can't wait!" One of my colleagues replies and I turn to him.

"Really? One would think that a day like this will make you all nervous, but here you are in high spirits, wishing for the competition to start already. I'm so proud to have such confident fashionistas as my teammates. I look forward to embarking on this journey with you all."

"We are going to have a blast and you'll be crowned fashion King. That's for sure!"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves now." I say in a hushed tune as I look around to make sure no one else heard her. "This is going to be a tough competition. Take a look around and you'll see the amount of excellent designers we are up against."

does it matter?" That's Ryan. I blink in surprise. "You're the best." He says and goes to the back to take a seat. Just then, the entire hall goes dead silent and

and two

King's who have won the title at

his prime years as a designer, he won six Fashion King competitions, four of which were in a row. He's the greatest designer to ever live in this world and just being in the same room with

during competitions. He's absolutely brutal! He never fails to make designers cry with

pray I

are looking at the judges with great concentration with serious looks on their faces. "You all are tasked with designing and creating bikini outfits for ladies. Each of you is expected to come up with three different designs which are to be displayed on the three mannequin dolls you see in your work spaces. As the competition progresses, real models will be required to wear your designs and walk a runway. For now, the mannequins will do. The time allocated for this task is three hours and

a dozen men and women, all dressed in black suits walk into the hall and station themselves at various

The invigilators.