On the day Sophia was investigated, she wore a white dress.
She had always looked down on white.
She said white was too weak and was not suited for the negotiation table.
But now, she was dressed like another version of me.
She walked up to me, her expression a little crazed.
"Mia, do you think you've won?"
I said, "I only took back what belonged to me."
She sneered.
"Without me, those things would never have been seen by anyone. All you could do was hide online and write. You should be thanking me. I was the one who turned your work into light."
I looked at her coldly.
"After standing under stolen light for long enough, did you start thinking the sunrise was your own achievement?"
Sophia's expression changed.
At the hearing, pieces of evidence were presented one after another.
