Tracy POV

I stared at my phone screen, scrolling through Vanya's Instagram account for the twentieth time today. Every post made me more angry and jealous than the last one. There she was, smiling in her expensive designer clothes, showing off her fancy jewelry workshop, posing with wealthy customers who were buying her designs.

"Five million dollar investment," I muttered, reading the caption under her latest post. "Goddess Jewelry expanding to three new cities."

It wasn't fair. Three months ...