Chapter 71
Cherry
The cacophony of jeers around me was eroding my mental defenses. I caught a glimpse of Dylan's disdainful eyes, and the pain in me deepened.
“Luna Cherry, is this true?” Chelsea's voice quivered as she came over and confronted me.
“I-I swear, Chelsea, I didn't steal your work. I-I would never do that. My designs are my own.” I stammered.
“Then how do you explain this?” Chelsea's face contorted with anger.
She raised her sketchbook up high, displaying a design remarkably similar to mine.
“I can't explain it, Chelsea,” I said, my voice trembling, “But, I swear I didn't do it. I have no idea what's going on here…"
The crowd grew restless, the murmurs turning into a torrent of accusations.
Dylan, my mate, stood silent beside Chelsea. I reached out to him, desperate for support.
“Dylan, please, you have to believe me. I swore to Nuu-Chaah that I didn't steal Chelsea's works and ideas.”
He shied away from my touch.