Ivy sat on her bed, the sketchbook open on her lap. She couldn't believe the talent Iris possessed. An idea began to form in her mind, one that made her smile with a devious gleam in her eye.
If she could somehow use these designs, she could gain the recognition she always craved in the fashion world.But first, she needed to find a way to make these designs her own, to claim them without raising suspicion.
She closed the sketchbook, her mind racing with plans. This was her chance to shine, and she wasn't going to let it slip through her fingers.
Iris, unaware of Ivy's deceitful plans, was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was still thinking about Luca's offer and the possibility of bringing her designs to life. It felt like a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dark period of her
