Alvara

The news about the dress I'd worked on with Janice spread around like wildfire. She'd given me all the credit for the finishing touches on the dress.

And that had made my name blow up twice more than the earlier scandal did. To celebrate the fast selling out of the dress, Janice had suggested we all go out for a team lunch.

“Everyone is now looking out for your new design,” she squeals. “Aren't you excited?”

Her smile fades when she notices the look on my face. “You're not smiling. Why are you not smiling? Don't tell me this is the part you withdraw back into your shell again?”...