Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Five years later.

At an art gallery on the western suburbs of J City, a fashion show was currently ongoing.

The backstage was abuzz as models and staff scrambled around in preparation for the show. Since this was Natalie’s debut fashion show, she was busy inspecting the outfits of the various models.

“Mina, could you come over and have a look at this accessory?” someone called out as they beckoned for Natalie.

“Sure!” She turned and headed in that person’s direction.

Earlier, that person had called Natalie “Mina” instead of her real name. That was because “Mina” was now her moniker in the fashion designer world.

In the past five years, she had bloomed into a fine fashion designer. On top of that, she even gained quite the following of fans with her designs over the years.

After bustling around for some time, she finally stopped and took a break. As she was taking a moment to unwind, she gazed out at the audience and observed their reactions to her designs.

Suddenly, she spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

Isn’t that Jasmine! What

in the audience, Jasmine appeared to be quite restless. She kept

“Jasmine, from what I’ve found out, this is Mina’s solo debut. Besides, I can also confirm that she’s definitely back, so she’ll appear

while, she always kept a low profile and never appeared in any public

runway for their final strut and lined up in one row, indicating that the fashion show was nearing an end. Yet, the center stage where the designer usually stood remained empty. Jasmine craned her neck and tried her best to see if Mina was walking

the models made their exits, the crowd gave their final applause, marking the end of the fashion

remained, and at that moment, Jasmine’s

prominent members of the fashion industry. But at the same time, her fame was a hot topic of debate.

of the Thompson family, a lot of people still doubted the quality of her work. They did not think that she deserved her

work for the very first time at Fashion Week and was instantly attracted by the latter’s designs. Fortunately for her, Mina was still a small-time fashion designer at that time, so she began her journey of plagiarism. Ever since then, she had been copying Mina’s ideas for the past three years. Slowly but surely,

with the

Mina was incredibly elusive, and they were

in disappointment, Jasmine headed to the washroom to freshen up. Just as she was exiting, she

face sent a