ARLENE

When I arrived at the venue, the auction had already begun, and I was about to turn around and head home until Olivia stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

“Where are you going?” she asked and arched an eyebrow.

“Home. I’m going to take a very long nap. I don’t know why I bothered to create any pieces. The auction’s started, and I can see that Mirela already has the highest bids for her collection. What’s the point?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Did you spend all those nights awake, looking for the source of inspiration, designing the collection to express what you felt and everything...