Gemotions

The hum of the sewing machine was the only sound in Clara's small workshop. She tugged at the fabric, her movements jerky and precise. The "Celebrity Chic Scarf" was the talk of the fashion blogs, and everyone was clamoring for one. *Everyone* except, apparently, Clara, who designed and meticulously crafted the scarf. The celebrity in question had, with the help of a conniving boutique owner, taken the design and marketed it as her own. Clara felt a strange, cold tightness in her chest.

She paused, needles still embedded in the fabric. This was supposed to be her dream, her passion. Now, it felt like a betrayal. She grabbed a pair of scissors and began hacking at the scarf, the fabric falling to the floor in useless strips.