Chapter 69

KIMBERLY'S POV City Fashion Design Competition was the Supreme fashion competition where one's fate was cut or destroyed ruthlessly. The building itself was not to be feared, a steel and glass architectural wonder with the color of late afternoon sunlight slicing the air. Paparazzi and journalists linger at the foreboding gates, flash blindingly as they take pictures of every A-list celebrity that makes an entrance. I grabbed my bag to my hand as I struggled from the car. The air vibrated, but it was not sweet to the lips. Rumor. Gossip. Others had not appeared to have trouble, however. They'd appeared to gaze upon ruin. The Harringtons were here. A knowing smirk appeared on my lip. Of course they would. Like birds in the air, carrion in view, they remained, biding the time to circle and gorge themselves on triumph. I was waiting by the door, then they arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, Michael, Ethan, and Madison. They arrived in their trademark superiority complex mode, as if they own