Sydney's POV
The only light in the room came from our phone screens and the TV. The TV had been muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones.
"Woah," Grace thrust her phone in front of my face, "Sydney, look at this."
My gaze settled on the dress on the screen. It was almost identical to one of Grace's designs. I frowned, "It looks exactly like the dress you designed."
Grace laughed lightly, "It is the one I designed," she scrolled to the previous slide, "This is the original one. She's one of our clients, she got it from us and replicated it, even tagged us."
My mouth formed an 'O' as I nodded.
"Yeah." She reclined back on the couch where she had been laying. "She really tried, right?"
"Yeah, but I could still tell that it wasn't your work. It was just your design."
"It could
