The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Mr. James is not going to make me cry.

Ryan is right by my side as I work. Watching and saying nothing, but assisting me with anything I need.

It takes me about one hour to draw my designs. And one hour thirty minutes for my team and I to bring them to life. There are a few mistakes in the process, but we correct them and the final results are displayed on the mannequins as instructed.

By the time the bell goes, we're done and so are most of the designers, but a few are still struggling with their final design.

My soul nearly leaves my body when the judges come together again at the centre of the room to address us.

I know I did well. The bikinis look great on the mannequins, but I still feel nervous. I've never had this kind of experience before. God, I hope I don't cry.

The next hour goes by with the judges approaching the designers and their designs and asking them to explain what they've created and why they think people should spend their money on it. Mr. James does not fail to live up to his legacy of brutal blasting. I nearly lose my balance when they approach my team.

fast, I fear it's going to hop out

the other female judge, calls with a serious look on her face. "Can you tell

deep breath and release to steady my heart beats and calm my raging nerves. Confidently, I walk closer

and every part around the pubic region. It's an excellent choice for women who like keeping their private parts private and who don't want too many eyes on them while at the beach. Sexy and comfortable. Those

and the third is a lingerie G-string underwear swimwear. At the end of my presentation, the only remark I

again when they leave my area for the

word for his

Stylish.

of the judges are nodding their heads

judges go back to the high table after the presentation. They are now going to evaluate the

feel like I'm going to piss my pants." I whisper to Ryan, my emotional support. He places a hand