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.

heart is beating so fast, I fear it's

a serious look on her face. "Can you tell

my heart beats and calm my raging nerves. Confidently, I walk closer to

ass and every part around the pubic region. It's

design is an extreme micro three piece bikini set and the third is a lingerie G-string underwear swimwear. At the end of

when they leave my area for the next person who happens to be Leonard

for

Stylish.

most of the judges are nodding their heads in amazement but the impenetrable Mr. James remains as stoic

the high table after the presentation. They are now going to evaluate the designs and

Ryan, my emotional support. He places a hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle