The library has been her refuge since she started to plan the execution of her goal. The new semester had just opened up and the library wasn't as crowded as she likes.
She glanced at her wristwatch and noted the time. She kept on forgetting it whenever she put her head down on her sketchbook.
Seeing that she had enough time to do more sketches, she rolled her neck from left to right to ease the tension from her taunt shoulders and neck muscles. A smile broke from her lips when a loud sound was heard as the strain muscles loosened.
A soft sigh escaped her mouth and the determination to get things done was back on her face.
She had talked to Florence, the owner. She has come out of her real identity before she pitched in her preposition.
At first, Florence was adamant. She did like her design but she had no name in the industry. Florence, just like the Morgan's only catered to the high end fashion, the well-known designer.
