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Chapter 23

Author: Lauren
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-21 11:25:27

Caroline’s Point of View

I sit at my desk, staring at my computer screen, the accusations still ringing in my ears. Plagiarism. They think I plagiarized Dolly’s design. The absurdity of it makes my blood boil. Everything I’ve created, every sketch, every intricate detail, came from me. I’ve poured myself into this competition, staying up late night after night, working in secret. How could anyone think I would steal someone else’s work? Especially Dolly’s.

I shake my head, trying to make sense of it all. Dolly couldn’t have just come up with the exact same design by coincidence. There’s no way. But how? How did she get her hands on it?

I’ve always kept my designs private, stored on my personal computer at home. I’m careful about it—ever since I started working at Knoxx’s company, I made sure to never use work hours or resources for personal projects. I didn’t want it to seem unprofessional, especially since no one here knows I’m married to him. But that also means Dolly shouldn’t have
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Linda Parizeau
No one would react so calmly to their design being stolen and sold to get money for her mother. It is not being noble, it is acting stupid. She is weak.
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Heather W
So she's to proud to accept borrowed money from a friend, but not to proud to steal from friends for money? That makes ZERO sense. Like none. The premises are entirely too flimsy and the plot is far too reliant on the FL being dumb and passive just to ensure bad things happen to her
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Nicholas Lane
Lost interest in this book. Back a d forth. Never endng drama
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