Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Whitney kept her stance and got even more fired up. "Thank goodness you're here, Officer Watson! Evelyn Wiley's a thief! She stole my designs and is shamelessly trying to showcase them at Lendora Fashion Week. This is beyond outrageous! I demand justice!" She took out a pile of sketches from her handbag, her voice full of confidence. "Look, these are my designs from 20 years ago. Evelyn plagiarized them, right down to every detail! Isn't this infringement?"

I felt a rush of dizziness.

Lianne hurried to catch me, her eyes brimming with tears. "Evelyn, w-what's going on? How does Whitney have your designs? C-Could she be telling the truth?"

"No way!" I shook my head firmly. "I swear, everything I design comes from my head. I've never stolen anyone's work! Someone's framing me for this!"

Ethan took a step forward, his tone sharp. "Ms. Fenton, sorry to interrupt, but I can vouch for the fact that all of Evelyn's designs are original. There's no plagiarism involved.

"Yet, with no actual proof, you show up with these sketches from who knows where and falsely accusing us of infringement. Don't you think that's irresponsible?"

Whitney shook with anger. "You punk! Who do you think you're talking to? I've been around the fashion world long enough! Do you think I'd accuse someone without a reason? The evidence I've shown is undeniable! Who are you to question me?"

20 years ago and compare them

lost ages ago. It's been so long. I never thought

she could finish,

vague excuses aren't going to cut it. If

plagiarized you over a few sketches from who-knows-where? No offense, but doesn't that

and I shared

have so much experience was clearly just

A tall, stunning woman gracefully walked up to the platform and stood next

a better look, and my breath caught. Wasn't that Caroline

the crowd,