First Day Of The Competition

The hum of the sewing machines, usually a comforting soundtrack to Lyse's creative process, was replaced by a nervous flutter in her stomach. Today was the day. The first day of the Golden Fleece competition, the culmination of months of hard work, sleepless nights, and sheer, unwavering passion.

Today, she would present herself to the world as a designer, to be judged, and hopefully, celebrated. Today, her dream of becoming a recognized fashion designer could either take flight or crash and burn.

She glanced at the clock on her office wall. Almost time. She had meticulously prepared everything: the garments, the models, the presentation. All that was left was to…breathe. And try not to throw up at the judges feet.

Suddenly, a knock on her door broke through her anxious reverie. "Come in," she called, trying to project an air of calm confidence she definitely wasn't feeling.