Setting Fire to Her Lies
I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy.
Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art.
Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught.
She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!"
I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance.
In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first.
Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawless