Camilla's POV: Ever since Rosaline learned that Susan's team might try something shady with the design sketches, she'd been meticulously tweaking the details of the original—and secretly creating a decoy. Once she was finished, she gave me a call and asked me to come pick it up. When I arrived, Rosaline handed me a clear plastic sheet containing the mock sketch and gave me some very specific instructions. "If that woman—Anna, or whatever name she's using now ... Candice, right?—if she comes asking about the dress again, make sure this sketch is placed somewhere she can see it. Let her think she's getting away with something. Got it?" I stared at the sketch, nodded seriously, and pressed it protectively to my chest. "Crystal clear!" Sure enough, Rosaline was right. The next afternoon, Candice, disguised once again as Anna, strolled into the studio, claiming she wanted to check on the gown's progress. The moment I saw her, I lit up like I was thrilled to show off. "Oh, you're just in time! Look, here's the first draft of the design I came up with." I laid the paper out in front of her with a little flourish. "I'm thinking of adding opal in the same shade for accents and gold stitching along the cuffs. Take a look—if there's anything you're not crazy about, just let me know, and I'll tweak it." Candice took the sketch with delight, but her eyes darted around the studio like she was casing the place. I pretended not to notice. Her gaze finally landed on a sketch sitting right out in the open on the stand beside me—just as planned. I'd made sure it stuck out slightly from the folder, with the bright red hem of the dress peeking out. It was Rosaline's carefully crafted bait. Candice pretended to admire the sketch I handed her for a few more seconds, then nodded. "It's great. I love it. Let's go with this design." Then she paused, almost like she was hesitating, before accidentally noticing the sketch with the other sketch. "Oh—what's this?" she asked, all curious smiles as she slipped the folder out and flipped it over. Just as we intended, it revealed a deep crimson vintage gown. "Wow, Camilla!" She gasped. "Is this Loe's entry for the fashion competition? It's absolutely gorgeous!" I feigned alarm and snatched the folder from her hands. "Oh no, no, no—that one's not for you." I glanced at her, acting all flustered, then quickly tucked the sketch into the drawer beside me. With dramatic flair, I turned the key and gave it a good tug to make sure it was secure. Candice watched every move of mine like a hawk. She blinked at me, frowning in confusion. "What's going on?" After locking the drawer, I gave it an extra tug—just to be sure it wouldn't budge. Only when I was certain did I finally let go, exhaling a quiet breath of relief. Then I looked up at Candice with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that," I said gently. "Loe gave me this yesterday. It's actually her official design for the upcoming competition, and we're not allowed to show it to anyone before it starts. I really shouldn't have let it out at all, so ... yeah, sorry about that. But since you've already seen it, could you please not tell anyone? I'd be in serious trouble—probably get written up, or worse, fired." I put on my best desperate expression, palms pressed together like I was begging. "Please don't tell anyone you saw it, okay?" Candice gave a hurried nod, her expression solemn. "Don't worry, I won't breathe a word. As soon as I walk out that door, it's like it never happened." "Oh, thank goodness!" I beamed at her. A moment later, my phone buzzed. "Oh—yes, okay. I'll head down now," I said into the receiver. Then I turned to Candice. "I need to go down and grab a delivery. Want to join me?" She shook her head and refused, "Nah, I'll stay. I need to use the restroom anyway." Exactly what we'd planned. The drawer key was sitting in plain sight on my mousepad. The moment I left, we knew Candice wouldn't be able to resist. And just as expected, when I returned, she was gone. Her chair was empty. I sat down and opened the drawer. The sketch was missing. I grinned and texted Rosaline. "Mission accomplished." Candice's POV: The moment I stepped out of the studio with that stolen design in hand, I felt like I was walking on air. Rosaline, no matter how good you think you are, I'll always outmaneuver you. I made my way straight to Susan's studio. When I saw her in her office, I didn't hesitate—I pulled the sketch from my purse and placed it right on her desk. "I get it. This is the design Camilla mentioned earlier—the one for the gown. Here you go. Do your magic."Susan's eyes widened. She glanced at me in disbelief before hastily grabbing the sketch and tucking it into her drawer like it was treasure. I smirked. "Since I got you what you wanted, I expect you to hold up your end of the deal." Susan gave me a satisfied nod. "Of course, Ms. Reese. You have my word."