Aria's POV
I shifted my gaze to Livia, who was standing near the display rack, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
The moment she caught my eye, her scent spiked with an acrid, bitter wave of hostility—toxic and sharp with envy.
"Don't get cocky just because Elena wore a dress you slapped a few tweaks on," Livia sneered, taking a menacing step toward me. "You just made minor modifications. That piece wasn't your original design!"
I looked at her completely unfazed, my voice dripping with calm detachment.
"And your point is?"
"Stop acting so damn innocent!" she hissed, her nostrils flaring. "I don't know what you did! Back when you first joined the company, you sabotaged the major deal between Skylar Studio and us! You're an untalented cheat. You don't even deserve to set foot
