Chapter 47 Chapter Forty Seven

The only light in the room were the brightness of our phone's screens and that of the TV. The TV had been muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones.

"Woah," Grace put her phone before my face, "Sydney, look at this."

My gaze settled on the dress on the screen. It was almost like one of the ones Grace had designed. I frowned, "it looks a lot like the dress you designed."

Grace laughed lightly, "It is the one I designed," she scrolled to the previous slide, "This is the original one. She's one of our clients, she got it from us so she replicated it and tagged us."

My mouth formed an 'O' as I nodded.

"Yeah." She reclined back on the couch where she had been laying. "She really tried, right?"

"Yeah, but I could still tell that it wasn't your work. It was just your design."

"Hmm," she hummed, "I think she did well. Perhaps, we should recruit her."

"Oh please."

Grace laughed at my outburst then she abruptly stopped laughing. "Isn't that Mark?"

I frowned and paused the shorts I was w