Gemotions

The gala was supposed to be a triumph. Sarah had painstakingly curated every detail of her clothing line's debut. The models, the music, the lighting—everything was designed to showcase her unique vision. Then *she* arrived. The other designer, the one with the trust fund and the connections. And her collection… was identical.

Sarah watched, her stomach churning, as the crowd fawned over the other woman. The music seemed to mock her. The lights blurred, and the expensive champagne tasted like ash. She fumbled with her clutch, her hands trembling so badly she could hardly hold it.

“Darling, what a remarkable likeness!” The woman cooed, a viper's smile playing on her lips. Sarah wanted to flee, to vanish into the shadows.