Camila Martinez slipped through the crowded room of the design community's elite, her every step an exercise in restrained grace. Murmurs rippled through the air like a cold front, chilling the previously warm atmosphere.

　　"Did you hear about Layla's line?" a voice whispered behind a manicured hand, barely audible over the clink of champagne flutes.

　　"Plagiarized, they say," another responded, tinged with both shock and a hint of glee.

　　Camila paused ...