Betty's POV. 

The lead director cleared his throat, and the entire room snapped into a hush so sharp it made my pulse stutter.

As they spoke the terms and conditions, the expectations all blurred together like ripples in a pond. 

My hands stayed folded on my lap, knuckles pale, while each sentence felt like another weight added to my chest.

And then.

“The board has granted full internships,” one of them announced, “under one of the most renowned fashion designers in town.”

My ...