It was Sophia, She had been keeping a low profile for some times not because she had changed her way, but because she was waiting for the perfect moment to act on Olivia's plan.
The moments had finally arrived. The very night Willow completed the dress, Sophia decided to make her move.
She navigated the dimly lit studio with ease and headed straight for the glass cabinet . With a spare key she had stolen from Gery, she quietly unlocked it.
As the door clicked oven, her breath hitched. "How is this possible?" she whispered, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Willow had created a masterpiece all by herself...."
Sophia clenched her fists, her eyes burning with jealousy.
The thought of Willow gaining recognition for this dress made her stomach twist with rage.
No, she couldn't let that happen.
Sophia's gaze darkened as an idea took shape. A slow, triumphant laugh escaped her lips.
