A Saboteur on Her Knees

"The design competition is approaching, yet my fiancee swaps my application with an assembly line worker registration form just to help her first love. I have become the laughingstock of Kingsborough."Maybe the shoes I wear in the future will be made by Mr. Dalton himself.""I heard Willa already called off the engagement. Makes sense. How could he ever measure up?"Willa Quinn stands there holding Aaron Yule, looking at me with open disdain."You'll only lose your shot at the design competition. Aaron is the one losing his love."You can't even compare to a fraction of Aaron, and you still think you can fight him for first place?"My chest tightens as if caught in a giant fist.After a long moment, she lifts her chin like a benevolent queen granting mercy and says, "When Aaron wins the competition, you can come back. I'll marry you then."I shake my head."No. That won't be necessary.""I'll let the two of you have what you want.""