fashion school

at the prestigious new york fashion academy, two students stood out among the rest: miles and yourself. both were exceptionally talented, fiercely competitive, and determined to be the best. their rivalry had become legendary within the school, with each trying to outdo the other in every project and assignment.

as the annual fashion competition approached, the stakes were higher than ever. the winner would receive a coveted internship with a top designer, a prize that both of you desperately wanted. The entire school buzzed with excitement and anticipation as students prepared their collections.

miles was known for his avant-garde designs, pushing the boundaries of fashion with his bold, innovative creations. You , on the other hand, had a knack for combining classic elegance with modern flair, creating timeless pieces that always left an impression. their styles were different, yet equally captivating, making the competition even more intense.

one night, while all the other students who competed in the competition were fast asleep in their dorms, only you and miles remained awake in the studio, diligently working on your three designs. the only sounds that filled the room were the rhythmic snipping of scissors cutting through fabric and the whirring of sewing machines. miles, stationed a few tables away, couldn't help but notice one of your designs displayed on your dressmaking dummy. despite your contrasting styles, he found himself admiring its craftsmanship. quickly, he shook off the thought, reminding himself that you were his rival.

“can’t you work on this in your dorm?” miles said in annoyance, as he drapes a colorful fabric on his dressmaking dummy.