A wave of commotion swept through the crowd as reporters eagerly snapped photos of Sienna’s humillation. Fortune, unable to stand it any longer, grabbed Sienna’s arm and tried to pull her away. But both the backstage entrance and the exit to the exhibit hall had been locked–they were trapped.

On the big screen, the VCR kept playing.

“So you admit you leaked the designs, is that right?”

“…Yes.” The woman pressed her lips together before finally nodding.

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to!” Her voice jumped an octave, then dropped again, quivering.

“But… but I designed things too! Why is it that everyone only remembers Queenie?”

“Do you hate her?”

The woman shook her head, shoulders trembling as if she were quietly crying.

designer, to see our own name on a brand? Who wants to spend their whole life in someone else’s shadow? Queenie’s amazing–she’s

did you mean to

she said if I helped her this once, she’d make me head designer at The Winston

only handed over my original version–the one that kept getting rejected. I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve dreamed of being the lead designer for so long.

frantic explanations fell on deaf ears. No one in the crowd seemed to sympathize; instead, all

fury. She glared at Queenie and stalked straight toward her, but Alessia moved faster,

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sit still any longer. She gave instructions to keep things under control

Was this your doing? Was it?” Sienna shrieked, her voice grating enough to

to play the victim too?” Alessia shot her a cold look. “You

just drag in some random person to accuse me, is that it?

any argument she could

on them, flashes strobing across their faces in

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