The moment Camilla saw my finished piece, I caught it.
That flash in her eyes.
Jealousy.
She hid it fast, but it was there. She knew it the second Twin Souls was revealed. Her copied work never stood a chance. No matter how clean her technique was, it felt hollow beside mine. Pretty on the surface. Empty underneath.
Most of the pieces she'd stolen from me were born during my weakest days. Back when everything inside me felt heavy and broken. Those paintings carried pain.
But this one?
This one came from a different place.
I wasn't surviving anymore. I was standing tall. Breathing freely. Whole.
That difference showed.
The room felt it.
Even Lincy froze. The girl who always soaked up attention stared at my work like it shouldn't exist. Her lips trembled as she whispered, barely loud enough to hear,
"This makes no sense… How could you someone so useless create something like that?"
Her certainty shattered.
