Chapter 59- My work

Bonnie's POV

My days in the academy were going well, until I met someone I didn't expect to see in this place, Ashley fucking Davis. What the fuck was the pampered princess of hell doing here? She surely didn't come as a student, did she? Maybe she wanted someone to make her a dress or something.

But then, my mind was totally blown when I learnt that she was in fact a new student here. The sight of her alone seemed to irritate the hell out of me.

She carried herself with a kind of arrogance that seemed to come natural to her, and she spoke to people like her father owned the establishment. Well, I would not be surprised if he did.

I was in one of the rooms one afternoon. I had just finished with making a dress, which I might consider to be one of the most complicated I had ever made. People stopped to admire my work, and I was hella proud.

It was a silk dinner dress, intricately and elegantly sewn, as it falls to the ground in ripples. It was designed lace, embroideries and pearls tha