y Win
through TV channels. The faint crunch of chips filled the room as I chewed mindle
anticipated Windsor fashion show is going on at the moment! Hosted by Emily Windsor hersel
er of everything that seemed to revolve around her. I clicked the TV off with more fo
stream appeared on my screen. My sister Emily's face was up the screen, s
reeping sadness. "It must've been a last-minute event," I mumbl
ly closed the app. No big deal. I'll just show
ed, thrown on a simple dre
chandeliers, cameras flashed, and models strode down the runway in stunnin
My dresses. My
new those designs. I'd spent endless nights sketching, pe
omed, "our next collection is by th
ng under the spotlight. A radiant smile plastered across her face. S
roat. My fists clenched at my sides.
stepmother and CEO of all companies and investments stan
barely managing to k
saw me "Hilary darling, you should be resting at
ns are mine. Why is Emily saying It's hers? I spat o
of a second before it returned. Then sh
't they? I was going to tell you, that Emily borrowed them t
I almost believed her. She made
added, her hand cupping my cheek like she alwa
to cool. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was overrea
ow come sit over here and enjoy the show. Your design
on was announced. Emily stepped out again, earning another round of app
w Liam. M
tailored. drawing glances from everyone he passed. A genuine smile spr
but my smile faded when
her face lit up as he wrapped her in an embrace, his h
Feeling suffocated, I hurriedly excused myself to the re
der my breath, staring at my re
restroom, I walked str
h voice rumbled above me. Strong hand
ogize, but the word
ssed in a perfectly tailored suit that screamed money.
adable, and suddenly, I felt small under
e. Without waiting for a response, I hurried past him, but I
ough the crowd. But he was nowhe
y," I whispered, tryi
greeted me as I flipped on the lights and sat at my desk. My sketches l
ing a small smile. "It doesn't matter w
lessly through my design page. Bu