This is just the beginning.
Good days are ahead.
I still had to go to the competition.
But I couldn't wear the stained dress.
I turned around and entered the art classroom where my deskmate, Elena Mendoza, was studying. She looked at me covered in ink and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Did someone do this to you?"
I nodded helplessly. "Indeed. Elena, can you do something about my dress?"
Elena nodded and pulled me close to her, picking up a brush and starting to paint on me.
I could only ask her for help.
Unexpectedly, it worked.
She was done, and I entered the competition venue.
Satisfied with the astonishment in everyone's eyes, I knew that Elena's painting skills were impeccable.
This competition was the stepping stone to a prestigious university.
Dean naturally had to come as well.
When he saw me, it seemed like he had forgotten about our unpleasantness. He sat next to me.
But his attention was clearly not on me. It seemed he was looking for someone else.
"Who are you looking for?"
I smiled at him.
Dean's gaze flickered for a moment. He hesitated for a while and then said, "Where is Abby? Isn't she also participating in the competition? Why haven't I seen her?"