CLARA'S POVI knew this day would come, but I didn't think it'd be so soon. I wanted to dive across the floor, snatch the paper out of Maya's hands, and rip it into a million tiny pieces, but it was too late.Maya was staring down at the page like she had just uncovered a literal chest of gold hidden under my dusty old rug. The drawing she was holding wasn't just a random scribble. It was a full-length, structured sports clothing collection that I had spent three bus rides working on.I had put a lot of work into it. I designed retro tracksuits, sneakers, sweatshirts, and full team wear. I knew I had created something special; it was my favorite piece yet, and now Maya knew."Clara," Maya whispered, her voice shaky, as she looked up from the paper. "You drew this? Tell me you did not draw this.""Give it back, Maya," I begged in panic. I stepped forward, trying to grab the edge of the sheet, but she pulled it out of my reach."No way, not a chance," she snapped. "Why didn't you tell me
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