Drama in the Studio    

[EVE]

My stomach sank like a stone.

First Sullivan, and now them? Really? Was the universe just throwing them in my path for sport?

Sophia, with her perfect blonde waves and razor-sharp smirk, was casually flipping through a fashion catalog, looking like she'd walked straight out of a magazine herself.

Beside her, Sophie sat cross-legged, eyes scanning the room like a hawk surveying its prey. Their matching designer outfits—no doubt custom-tailored—spoke volumes about them wanting to stand out.

I hesitated, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Of all the places, of all the days, why now?

My grip tightened on my bag as I considered my options. Walking out wasn't one of them—this was my studio and why should I leave? But pretending not to notice them felt equally impossible.