“I’m going to show you what it looks like when a real designer wears your work.””
She walked away.
I watched the pale-gold crystals disappear into the light.
Then Tessa touched my shoulder.
“Let her have her five minutes.””
I looked down at the emerald train.
“She can have them.””
From the runway entrance came the first wave of applause.
The announcer’s voice rang through the speakers.
“Please welcome our featured emerging designer, Brianna Whitmore.””
The audience cheered.
And as Brianna stepped onto the runway wearing my stolen gown, I felt the hidden pocket against my fingertips.
Inside it were the original sketches.
My signature.
The dates.
The truth.
Brianna was about to receive the loudest applause of her life.
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She just didn’t know that I was about to walk out after her.
And I wasn’t going to let the audience judge my gown until they had seen what came before it.
