Chapter 4: The Tearing of Dreams

Chapter 4: The Tearing of Dreams

Regina opened the book.

Inside were page after page of elegant, breathtaking evening gowns, hand-drawn in remarkable, painstaking detail. Charcoal shading, watercolor fabric textures, structural notes written in tiny, precise handwriting.

Several nearby guests, sensing the sudden shift in energy, stopped and glanced over.

Regina let out a loud, theatrical laugh.

"Well, look at this. Our janitor thinks she's a fashion designer."

A few sycophantic junior executives standing nearby forced uncomfortable, tight smiles, eager to please their boss.

Regina flipped carelessly through another delicate page, bending the spine backward.

"I've seen kindergarten drawings with more structural potential than this."

Maya took a half-step forward, reaching out carefully. She didn't shout. She didn't overact. Her voice was just a quiet, desperate whisper.

"Please... that's all I have."

Regina ignored her entirely.

She looked directly into Maya’s eyes, holding the gaze with chilling cruelty.

She ripped one page out of the spine.

Then another.

Then, with a violent, sharp twist of her wrists, she tore the entire sketchbook in half.

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The ripped, beautiful designs floated down onto the polished marble floor like dying butterflies.

"If you want to design clothes," Regina sneered, dropping the ruined leather cover onto the wet marble, "try learning how to clean properly first."