“And she doesn’t even know how to design the dress properly. I mean, if you’re going to steal someone’s design, at least do it well,” Ariel said, holding the sleeves if the dress

Raina stared at the dress for a long moment. It was a dress she’d sketched and developed months ago and the tailoring was off. The color palette was completely wrong. It lacked the soul, the story behind the design.

She let out a soft sigh and said. “On a normal day, I would’ve been furious seeing this,” she said. “But I can’t afford to be mad anymore. It’s not my design. Rainwoven doesn’t belong to me now.”...