CHAPTER 9
BRETT
It's a pretty short drive to Dresden's hosts' house for the party.
It's in a neighborhood just a few miles away from my parents. The houses here are both a bit more old school–Tudor-style.
The terraced, manicured grounds are lit up with white Christmas lights dancing among the trees.
If I weren't commanding the wheel, I'd be tempted to roll down my window and suck in the cold crisp air.
Instead I'm trying to go over the details of my plan.
The apprenticeship at Tatt Life has given me enough of a portfolio to make a name for myself at some of the studios in bigger cities. The summer classes I've taken ensure that I can graduate early, giving me more time to focus on my craft.
And by this time next year, I can be in a brand new start-up based in New York–working for n
