CLAIRE

Friday morning started with my phone ringing at seven AM. I grabbed it groggily, seeing Nina's name on the screen. "Hello?" I answered, still half asleep.

"Claire, we have a problem," Nina said, her voice tight with anger.

I sat up immediately, Julian stirring beside me. "What kind of problem?" I asked.

"Check Instagram," Nina said. "Look at Vivienne Drake's account."

"Who's Vivienne Drake?" I asked, putting the phone on speaker while I opened Instagram.

"A designer, been in the industry for fifteen years," Nina explained. "Mid-tier brand, nothing special until now."

I found Vivienne's account and my blood ran cold, there on her feed was a collection that...