Chapter 19
Audrey
“I can’t wait to put the finishing touches on my pantsuit today. It’s gonna look so great!”
“Me neither! I just need to make the hat for my top and skirt ensemble, and then I’m all done.”
As Tina, Avis and I walked to our studio, the sound of their excited chatter brought a smile to my face. I sipped my coffee, feeling just as excited as they were; after all, we would be finished with our entries for the preliminary competition today. How we performed in this competition would determine our placement for the official competition, and we were prepared to wow the judges.
“We’ll have to celebrate when we’re all finished, Tina suggested, our shoes clicking on the tiled floorways as we walked in tandem. “I need a drink
after all that work.”
“Ugh. Me too.” Avis audibly cracked her neck without missing a beat. “These past two weeks have felt like fabric hell. I need a cold beer, some nachos to share, and to dance the night away
Tina giggled. “What about you, Audrey?”
I offered my
friends a smile and nodded as I fished our studio keys out of my pocket. “It’s a date.”
My smile faded, however, the moment the door creaked open.
There, in the center of the small studio space, were our three mannequins–or at least, what used to be our mannequins. Not anymore, though. No, our three painstaking outfits that we had tirelessly spent two weeks constructing had been..
Destroyed.
Avis was the first to react. She let out a small squeak of shock, dropping her coffee to the floor. The milky liquid splashed across the tiles, soaking our shoes, but none of us noticed.
Tina, meanwhile, lifted a trembling hand to her lips. “What the hell?!” she cried out, surging forward and turning in a slow circle. “Our outfits!”
“Someone vandalized them Avis sobbed, already full–on crying. She fell to her knees next to her mannequin, where her adorable pantsuit had been shredded practically down to its fibers. Clutching the torn pieces in her hands, she let out a sob that wracked her entire frame.
I, however, was completely frozen in my tracks. My mouth hung open as I took in the scene in front of us–our beloved outfits had been utterly destroyed, shredded to pieces and strewn all about the studio as if a rabid cat had gotten into them.
Faux fur and scraps of leather were scattered across the floor, feathers floating lazily in the breeze seeping in through the open window, Red paint had been splattered everywhere and smeared across every piece of fabric, and even the Mac computer that the school assigned to each studio space had been smashed to bits.
In short, our little studio–the space where Tina, Avis and I had spent countless hours laughing, chatting, and listening to music while we worked over the past two weeks had been turned into a warzone.
“Audrey, Audrey!” The sound of Tina’s voice snapped me out of my daze, and I blinked to see her and Avis standing in the middle of the room Tina’s face was bright red with fury and Avis’s makeup was running down her face from her tears.
“What are we gonna do?” Avis whimpered, still clutching a handful of fabric. “O–Our project.”
“We.. We still have time,” I breathed, striding over to the window to inspect the glass. It hadn’t been broken, but I knew for a fact that we had closed it before we left last night. Someone must have opened it and climbed in.
“Time” Avis all but shrieked “Audrey, I
“We’ve got two weeks,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “If we hurry, then we can still submit something in time.”
“But the funding.” Tina said. “We’ll get funding if we pass the preliminary round, but until then, we’re on our own.”
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