Rebecca POV:

The day came in the blink of an eye, and just as Matthew had said, Charlotte didn't give me any more trouble.

She sat in the conference room of the design department, going through my designs one by one, nodding her head in satisfaction with each chapter.

"Very good." She stood up and told me condescendingly, "I'm very satisfied with this batch of designs, you help me make the dresses as soon as possible, I'm about to attend a grand ball, and I'll wear the evening dresses you designed then."

Her tone was like a handout, as if wearing anyone's dress to the ball was a gift from...