Playing The Victim

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 had the brains to come up with ideas like mine?

Does he not know me? He knows well that his late partner, Mr. Logan Halloway, and Hugo, were the ones who taught me how to design. How can he even question such a thing?

"Are you kidding me?" I said, tilting my head towards him. My sister quickly placed her hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me.

"Dad?" Karla says, making dad shrug his shoulders, raising his hands in defense. "I'm just saying. This is a huge accusation, perhaps... It's possible; I don't know.