“You…!” She grits her teeth. “How can you shamelessly cheat like this?”
“Oh, please. Don’t be such a sore loser,” Nora scolds. “So what if it looks like yours? People have similar ideas all the time.”
Similar, my ass. It’s a carbon f*****g copy.
“Besides, it’s the execution that counts, yes?” the wicked stepmother adds. “And I don’t know about you, but I spare no expenses for my daughter. Right, dear?”
“We hired the best tailors,” Anne grins. “A whole équipe. I think they did my design justice, don’t you?”
“My design,” April retorts. “At least when it’s just us, you could have the guts to be honest. You didn’t sketch out that dress—I did.”
Something shifts on Anne’s face then, soft features turning sharp and cunning. “Maybe. But I still turned it in first.”
The clerk comes back. Nor
