Asher’s Pov
I couldn’t focus in class; all I could think about were my father’s words. Why was he treating me differently now? I love the attention, but his sudden change in attitude made me suspicious.
“Y’all need to concentrate on this design. It isn’t easy, takes years of practice and concentration,” Mr. Zaheer's voice cut through my thoughts, directing my attention to the projector. The design he displayed resembled the ones Peach and I had been working on. I couldn’t help but smile, seeing Peach's fashion knowledge surpassing the class curriculum.
Glancing at Peach, I noticed her joy at seeing her work projected. It bore a resemblance to mine.
“I have a question,” Emily raised her hand. I had almost forgotten about her amidst everything. I thought she would have left after what ha
