SYDNEY'S POV

The only light in the room came from the brightness of our phone screens and the TV. The TV was muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones.

"Woah," Grace held her phone up in front of my face. "Sydney, look at this."

My gaze settled on the dress on the screen. It looked almost exactly like one of the dresses Grace had designed. I frowned. "It looks a lot like the dress you designed."

Grace laughed lightly. "It is the one I designed." She scrolled to the previous slide. "This is the original one. She's one of our clients. She got it from us, so...