Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 38

In the morning light, Whitney, Tiana, and their assistant, each toting a laptop, strode into the competition hall–a hive of creativity and cutthroat ambition.

As they entered, the sleek company vehicle of Skye Gem Ltd. slid to a halt at the entrance. Monica stepped out, her stilettos clicking a rhythmic challenge to the pavement, followed by the formidable procession of her design entourage. The contrast was stark; Whitney’s party felt distinctly out of place, almost shabby.

Their gazes met across the charged space, a silent battle in their standoff.

Monica sauntered past Whitney, her eyebrow arching in a slow, condescending smile. “Look who showed up. Best of luck, Sis. I’m sure you’ll need it to snag first place,” she teased with a voice dripping in lazy sarcasm.

Tiana bristled. “What’s with her snide remarks? And that smug smile–she knows full well your talent. She should be the one shaking in her boots, the fake.”

Whitney’s frown deepened. Tiana’s words echoed her thoughts. Monica’s confidence was unsettling. Even though Monica might have pilfered Whitney’s earlier designs, Whitney had brought her A–game with her latest collection, far surpassing her previous work. Yet Monica appeared utterly unfazed.

Something was amiss.

Tiana’s phone rang abruptly, and she exchanged a few terse words with the person on the other end.

Whitney recognized the voice of Tiana’s fiancé.

“Go,” she urged, “I’ll manage.”

“Of all times for a lunch date. At least Stella is nearby for an ad meeting. Don’t worry about me,” Tiana reassured Whitney before heading out.

Whitney nodded and, with her assistant in tow, proceeded inside.

Her eyes swept the judges‘ panel, a hint of surprise crossing her face–Ludwik, her notorious rival, was conspicuously absent. Was he not the head judge?

interest? She had wanted to prove her mettle to him, but perhaps

to submit their work snapped Whitney back to the present. She handed in her designs and returned to her seat,

Whitney’s breath hitched.

did that smile

unease and

the large screen, the room fell into a stunned silence.

was displayed next to Monica’s–identical in every way. Her assistant’s grip tightened on her hand

How

gaze piercing Whitney with incredulity. “Sis, how come

the audience, sparking a flurry of speculation about plagiarism. Whitney’s eyes turned to ice. So that was why Monica had been so

Whitney declared, “That design is my original creation. Monica has

my concept.”

you talking about? That’s clearly my design.” The audience and

be a copy. You both claim originality, so present

her assistant, who pulled up the file history on her laptop. The assistant’s face

their work

in. As she glanced up, she

she had

presented her ‘evidence‘ to Aaron, who projected the

Aaron turned to her.

like steel. “But Aaron, the concept of that traditional style jewelry is mine. I can detail the entire creative

conferred and

explain down to every

listened carefully while nodding, their faces filled with

Monica cut Whitney off, saying, “Sis, that is my creative

ideas as her own, describing the most intricate details of