“She was Lena’s ghost designer. I’ve looked into Lena for a while now. Others might miss it, but I can spot Monica’s style in a heartbeat. Shame though—so talented, gone way too young.”
“Maybe it wasn’t fate. Maybe someone was jealous,” he added, a sneer tugging at his lips.
Pretending I knew nothing, I flipped through the designs a few more times. “Lena’s been out of the spotlight for ages. If she got her hands on this draft, there’s no way she’d hand it off to someone else. She’d use it herself, then twist things to say I copied her.”
I paused. “But if I don’t use this draft... how do we even prove it’s Monica’s? She’s been gone for a while. If we can’t nail Lena for plagiarism, she’s just gonna walk away clean.”
“Don’t stress. Since I’ve got the original draft, proving it’
