Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Who could possibly do this to me and why?

Suddenly, I felt warm, steady hands on my shaking shoulders. "Evelyn, I promised you I'd get to the bottom of this. No one's ruining your debut. Just trust me, alright?"

I looked up at Ethan, his eyes full of calm and assurance. I breathed in deeply, swallowed my tears, and nodded.

"Alright, We won't let whoever's behind this win!" I got to my feet, my legs wobbly as I tried to walk. "Lianne, can you double-check backstage? I'll ask the rest of the staff if they've noticed anyone strange-"

I didn't even finish speaking before a staff member ran over, out of breath. "Ms. Wiley, Mr. Grayson, we've got a problem! Someone's protesting in the backstage plaza, claiming we've violated her intellectual property and wants to stop our show!" "What?" Ethan and I blurted out, staring at each other in disbelief.

Lianne's mouth dropped open. "Intellectual property? Who's claiming this? How could we have possibly done that?"

The staff member shook his head. "I don't know the full story. She's been going off, saying she'll explain everything when the police get here. She won't leave and has put up banners and signs, blocking the backstage!" Ethan's expression stiffened. "Let's go check it out."

took my hand, and we

my head a mess of thoughts. First, the missing gown, now this intellectual property issue... Why did everything fall apart at the worst possible

felt like someone had carefully staged all

with heavy makeup standing on a platform. She was holding up a

Wiley is a thief! How

fashion show? This is an insult to both fashion and art! Hey Lendora Fashion Week organizers, are you

at the woman, feeling like I had seen her

"Isn't that Whitney Fenton? Why is she

'80s? You know her?" I

seemed equally

then, brought a lot of supermodels