EMMA POV My chest wrenched painfully, fingers tightened at my sides, and eyes locked on dad. I shouldn't feel hurt because I knew this would happen… I should be used to it already, but having this happen all over again, it still hurts. Back then when he told me this, I was excited, thinking he would finally acknowledge my hard work and tell the world that I was the brain and mastery of Whitcomb gallery, but he lied before everyone. He told them that it was all El’s doing. He didn't tell them that Eleanor was lost for years, instead, he told them that she was studying abroad and recently came back. Right before me, my hard work, sleepless nights, and sweat were given to someone else. And even after that, I was forced to teach her how to paint properly. How to mimic my designs. I gave them everything. “No. I won't do it,” I wanted to scream at his face, but I remained calm. Yelling and giving them a heads-up will only ruin everything and make it less fun. I need to make them feel
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