“And she doesn’t even know how to design the dress properly. I mean, if you’re going to steal someone’s design, at least do it well,” Ariel said, holding the sleeves if the dress
Raina stared at the dress for a long moment. It was a dress she’d sketched and developed months ago and the tailoring was off. The color palette was completely wrong. It lacked the soul, the story behind the design.
She let out a soft sigh and said. “On a normal day, I would’ve been furious seeing this,” she said. “But I can’t afford to be mad anymore. It’s not my design. Rainwoven doesn’t belong to me now.”
Ariel’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. “Okay, see, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You need to stop beating yourself up like this. I thought your mood was just a one-time thing, but lately, a
