"I'm scared."
"Don't be," I murmur, kissing her temple. "You've worked for this every day of your life, angel baby. But one award doesn't define you. Losing won't close a single door that you can't reopen when you're ready."
"You're the most talented person I know, Kenz," Caroline chimes in, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "If you didn't place, there will be a thousand other opportunities."
"You're right," she whispers and then takes a deep breath. She flips the envelop over and carefully tears it open. Her hands shake as she pulls out the sheaf of papers inside.
My breath stalls when I see the letter.
"Asher," she says, her voice shaking.
"You did it, angel baby," I whisper, my throat tight with emotion.
"Oh my god!" Caroline cries, jumping to her feet.
Kennedy sobs, burying her face in my throat. I hold her close, proud as hell of her. Proud for her. She's worked so fucking hard for this. Now the whole world will know what I do: she's a tiny queen, capable of anything.