CLARA'S POV
I knew this day would come, but I didn't think it'd be so soon. I wanted to dive across the floor, snatch the paper out of Maya's hands, and rip it into a million tiny pieces, but it was too late.
Maya was staring down at the page like she had just uncovered a literal chest of gold hidden under my dusty old rug. The drawing she was holding wasn't just a random scribble. It was a full-length, structured sports clothing collection that I had spent three bus rides working on.
I had put a lot of work into it. I designed retro tracksuits, sneakers, sweatshirts, and full team wear. I knew I had created something special; it was my favorite piece yet, and now Maya knew.
"Clara," Maya whispered, her voice shaky, as she looked up from the paper. "You drew this? Tell me you did not d
