SERENA

Taking note of the damages, I moved into my studio slowly, my body shaking like crazy. I had dropped my handbag at the entrance

My big working table was split into two,

All my design tools were on the floor, totally destroyed,

My sewing fabrics, all soaked in the red paint with tear marks on them.

All my sketch papers were also colored red,

My mannequins had multiple bullet holes on their faces...no one single one was missed.

"Oh my God," A sob escaped from my lips when I saw my framed sketches smashed to pieces and the sketches torn beyond repair.

The pain from my cramps was nothing...