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    “giarized? And who exactly am I supposed to have copied?”


    “Ynda! People are saying your designs are too simr and that you stole her ideas. It’s all over social media!”


    “I haven’t bothered looking at Ynda’s submission. I’ll have a lookter.”


    “This is absolutely infuriating!” Davina’s voice cracked with emotion. “You’re Allison’s mentor, for crying out loud! The idea that you would create some cheap imitation of anyone else’s work ispletely absurd. This has to be a coordinated attack by the Dawson family.”


    “Don’t let them get under your skin. True talent fears no tests. Let them bring whatever underhanded schemes they want. I’ll be ready to counter every single move.”


    After ending the call, Christina sat down at herputer and navigated to the Global Fashion Design Competition website.


    The moment the homepage loaded, she could see exactly what the controversy was about. Both her design and Ynda’s were featured prominently in the spotlight section, disyed side by side for easyparison.


    Christina studied the two pieces with the sharp focus of a detective examining evidence. Her eyebrows drew together in the faintest frown. The simrities were indeed striking—too striking to be coincidental. In several crucial details, the designs looked as though they could have been created by the same hand, following the same creative vision.


    Christina suddenly remembered something—those missing design drafts she’d lost ages ago. A dozen, maybe more. Could Ynda have gotten them?


    She also realized she’d never seen Ynda’s entries in the national fashionpetition until now. Christina jumped online and started digging through Ynda’s nationalpetition entries. The second her eyesnded on them, her gut confirmed what her brain had just pieced together—those were her designs. Every single one.


    Not direct copies, though. Ynda had reworked them,yering on her own twist. No wonder those pieces had felt oddly familiar. They were Christina’s work to the bone.


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    A quiet, knowing smile tugged at Christina’s lips. She grabbed her phone, scrolling through the storm of hate flooding her feeds. The inte was eating her alive. The insults were brutal—some people dug deep, making it personal. Some were threatening to “find her” in real life and teach her a lesson. But thankfully, her fans were holding their own, firing back with just as much heat.


    She exhaled, then tapped into her long-forgotten Twitter ount and fired off a post. “Time always reveals the truth. When the storm clears, I won’t be the one washed away—but the thief.” She attached a picture of a rat nibbling at some grain.


    The tweet lit a fire under the whole mess. In seconds, the drama exploded. Trolls and Brendon and Ynda’s supporters charged into herments, throwing every insult in the book. But Christina’s followers didn’t back down. They went to war for her.


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