Photo courtesy of Sean-Fallon.
“College-schmollege.” Tiffany bounded down the street. A clothes store had finally agreed to display her design. “Let’s see what daddy says now?”
Go to school and get a real job! The words echoed in her mind. “College is for people without talent. I can’t be stifled by curriculum … Just one more block.” Tiffany’s four inch heels clicked loudly on the sidewalk.
“This can’t be right?” She checked the address on her phone. “Is this a joke?” She eyed the dismantled manikin.
Sticking out her chin, Tiffany unzipped the dress-bag. “I’ll show him. I’ll show everyone.”