Ruth's POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the hardwood floor. My phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, vibrating like an annoyed bee. I groaned, flipping over and burying my face in the pillow. Was it too much to ask for one peaceful morning?
I let out a reluctant sigh and reached for the phone. The screen glowed with a string of notifications. Headlines led the internet, screaming in bold letters:
[Highly talented world-famous designer, Miss R's identity revealed!][Ruth Cho exposed as Miss R. Her designs do the talking.]
I rubbed my eyes, blinking at the screen. The comments were relentless. People had opinions-they always did.
"Oh my God! Ruth Cho is Miss R? She’s my idol!"
"No wonder she was so calm. She’s the real deal. Wha
