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

the present. She handed in her designs and returned to her

Whitney’s breath hitched.

that smile

unease and settled down

were displayed on the large screen, the room

up to the screen, where her work was displayed next to Monica’s–identical in every way. Her assistant’s

happening? How can

with incredulity. “Sis, how come your design

eyes turned to ice. So that was why Monica

a thunderous rage, Whitney declared, “That design is my original

my concept.”

a mask of martyrdom. Sis, what are you talking about? That’s clearly

head judge, Aaron, intervened. “We have identical submissions, and one must be a copy. You both claim originality,

laptop.

work

dread sinking in. As she glanced up, she caught Monica smirking triumphantly, her laptop in hand

on Whitney; she had walked right

who projected the file dates on

Aaron turned

“But Aaron, the concept of that traditional style jewelry is mine.

judges conferred and agreed to hear

began to explain

listened carefully while nodding, their faces filled with

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

ideas as her own,

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