chapter 1

Mia sat in the office of her spacious, exquisite home, hunched over a sheet of paper. She scribbled furiously for a few more minutes before holding the paper up to admire her work.

On the creamy paper was drawn a beautiful woman dressed in an gorgeous floor-length midnight blue gown. It looked like something from a fairy tale: the dress the princess wore to the ball with her prince. Mia smiled. This year was going to be a piece of cake.

Mia was a 22 year old fashion designer, and was going to her first class of her junior year at one of the best fashion schools in the country the following day. The first two years of school had been absurdly easy for her: she was extremely talented at what she did, and had been one of the best students in her class.

Her father was the CEO of a massive restaurant chain called Bacon Dump that specialised in comfort food. Because of this, Mia had always lived in the lap of luxury, and was used to having everything she wanted, including the mansion she lived in that she hadn't paid a cent for, as well as the two sports cars that were parked in her driveway, and the massive closet full of expensive clothes and shoes from Gucci, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Versace, Prada, Dior...
But despite her immense wealth, Mia was a perfectionist and always worked extremely hard for what she wanted.

Mia stood and hung the drawing on a big cork board filled with hundreds of other beautiful designs.
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She sat in her seat, her new Mac Book Air propped open on the desk in front of her. As she waited for the teacher to arrive, she checked out her classmates. They were very beautiful and everyone was dressed in lovely, tasteful outfits. She was seated next to a very large girl dressed in black jeans and a soft beige button-down shirt that strained to contain her weight. A black leather belt wrapped around her expansive middle. The girl turned to look at her.
"Hey, I'm Grace."
"Hey. Mia. Nice to meet you."
Grace opened her mouth to say more when the giant wooden doors creaked open and a handsome man walked in that had to be the teacher. The room grew quiet.
"Hello, my name is Mr. Wilson and I will have the pleasure of teaching you this semester."
He seemed awfully young to be a teacher.
"Now, this year we are going to be doing something different. Being a fashion designer means being able to create beautiful clothing that appeals to many different people. Clothes that compliment many different body types. Therefor, this semester, we will be focusing on designing clothes for plus size women, a fast-growing and high-demand industry."