Audrey
Pushing open the front door of the bar, I was met with the scent of smoke and alcohol in the air. The place was positively packed despite the fact that it was a Wednesday night, but my friends and I managed to find a table in the corner once we got our drinks.
“Welcome to the team, Betty,” Tina said, raising her glass. “We’re all looking forward to getting to know you.”
Betty grinned and clinked her glass with ours, foamy beer spilling over the top. Taking a sip, she replied, “And I’m glad to be a part of the team that’s going to win this fashion show.”
I couldn’t help but grin. Earlier that day, we had put Betty through a similar hazing to the one that Gavin had to endure—creating a quality piece out of ugly fabric. Only this time, Betty had blown us all out of the
