Even at the institution, the artistic clubs like theater, literature, and even dancing still existed, and to her, it was a golden opportunity that had her no holes barred.
Since then, she loved what she did and regretted none of it.
'I always wanted to write a story that holds dear to my heart.' She closed her eyes and recalled the memories that flashed her afore.
The constant brainstorming…
The pile of sheets with scribbles and crumpled papers…
The sleepless nights…
From the start to the finish of the story, these were everything to her.
With these in mind, she opened her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I've been on this scenario once. I would gamble to do it again," she said. Now, she was unfazed by his slick mouth. "So, I reject this damn invitation, and I would do it my way."
"No!" he snapped back. "My decision still stands, Nathalie Jean Quinn."
"I would like to refute that, Tyler Jon Colton. If you don't want to, then so be it."
