Layla

Sasha and I exchanged murderous looks. The competition and bickering between us were getting out of hand, and the new level of her pettiness was, well... Too petty, if you ask me.

"Now, guys! Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Girls... Please, let's all calm down. Layla, sweetie, are you sure these are your designs? I mean, you've been overworking yourself lately, and perhaps you've mistaken your designs for Sasha's." my dad says, making me annoyed. How can he even think she ...