With determination coursing through my veins, I wipe away the lingering tears and retrieve a familiar folder containing my design drawings. As I flip it open, memories of my aspirations and dreams flood back to me.
My main focus was on the design of the bridal gown. I had planned to design my own wedding gown at the time. But I never got the chance.
George offered a contract marriage to me, and I quickly signed it. The wedding never happened.
When I look at the design drafts, my eyes well up with tears once more. Among the neatly organized pages, my attention is drawn to a particular design, one that holds significant meaning.
It is the very design that earned me the championship in a prestigious design competition during my university days. A photograph of myself with the trophy in my hands, adorned with a proud smile, is affixed to the corner of the drawing.