Autumn's POV
"I can't think of anything mum!" I groan out in frustration, dumping myself on my mum's favourite half a million white fur sofa.
"This scandal is taking a heavy toll on you I see." Her more relaxed and collected voice sings through the room.
"No it's not just the scandal at this point. It's everything and am just really exhausted. I feel like I wanna die." She laughs lightly at my childish complaint but it makes me groan more.
It was a normal sunday morning. I came over to see my mom and now we were both in her massive living room.
After my attempt of secluding myself for almost a week, I tried to get back to work but painfully I couldn't.
I had a few creative block-out when I started designing, which was really depressive.
Sometimes I wouldn't be able to draw any designs or make any designs for months and it really affected my company, since I started at a very young age which was 16.
