Yara carefully observed the designs on the table in her office room; her eyes sparkled in amazement as she could emulate Esma's works with a little modification. Her fate did not give her access to learn how to design but her hardship of living as Yara Baiq for twenty-five years had taught her so many lessons; playing with a trick was her expertise.
The corners of her lips turned up into a satisfied smile, being proud of herself. The world would only see her as the most famous fashion designer in Turkey.
She glanced around to ensure that no one entered and caught her red-handed stealing Esma's works. Once her room was clear from anyone, she then sorted them out and saved them in a box while tearing the original ones and throwing them away in the rubbish bin.
"I'm sorry, Esma, that the
