SERENA

"Hmmm," Chanel hummed, adjusting her glasses as she went through my designs. I wasn't seeing any smile or frown on her face. Her expression was bland as fuck.

Shit, she should give me a hint at least. I was super nervous here. My throat was getting a bit dry with how much I've swallowed hard. I think I could taste blood on my lips with how much I've bit them.

"Okay," she set my designs sketches down and removed her glasses.

This was the moment I've been waiting for. Positive reply, heavens pleaseee...

"I'm impressed, Serena."

"Yes," I let out a tiny squeal, my breath finally relaxing. This woman...