“Anna, look at this,” Vincent said, sliding his laptop onto her desk with a grin that split his face. “Everyone’s talking about you.”
Anna leaned in, and the screen lit up with her name blazing across the headline: Rising Star Designer Anna Shines at Jeffery’s. Her own designs filled the page—clean lines, bold colors, the pieces she had poured her heart into late into the nights. A warm flush spread through her chest. She couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed across her lips, bright and unstoppable.
“Who did this?” she asked, her voice a mix of bewilderment and pure delight.
“Who else would do this for you? I mean, no one truly cares,” Becky muttered, her words dripping with annoyance. Anna barely registered her, the sting sliding off like water.
“Anthony did this,” Vincent said.
Anna
