Lila’s POV
Today was the big day; my art piece was going to be shown to hundreds of people and I had never been more nervous in my entire life.
My heart was racing rapidly in my chest as I stared myself over in the mirror that hung in my dorm room.
I wore a casual evening gown and kept my hair down and slightly curled at the bottoms. I wanted a more business casual look. Rachel wore her usual ripped jeans and black gaming blouse with her pixie-style hair dyed purple.
I liked her style; it was the opposite of my style and I think that’s why we got along so well.
I pressed the palm of my hands to my stomach, feeling a wave of nausea forming in my throat.
“Are you excited?” Rachel asked with a wide grin.
“I’m terrified,” I admitted. “And also, a little guilty… I just wish Becca c
