I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 112 She’s Alana

When Sean received the files from Cameron at six in the morning, he wasted no time over the past two days gathering all the information he could. He opened the picture he had taken of Abigail’s notebook and meticulously laid out all the drafts Cameron had collected. She had sketched a multitude of patterns. Sean meticulously compared them to the patterns in Alana’s designs.

When he came across the same stork design, Sean placed his phone on the draft and examined it closely. The shading used by Abigail on the stork was strikingly similar to Alana’s style. He knew

that shading was a critical aspect of an artist’s talent, and no matter how gifted Abigail was, she couldn’t replicate the essence of Alana’s art in such a short time.

He concentrated tirelessly, searching for similarities between Alana’s and Abigail’s designs. As time

ticked by, he held up the final design. He scrutinized it to compare it to the ones in Abigail’s

notebook.

The design had an unmistakable smudge and was adorned with intricate rose designs. He recalled

taking a picture of a rose drawing in Abigail’s notebook the previous night, and it bore the same

shading technique as the final draft. Even though the final design had transformed the roses into a

3D representation, the core design remained unchanged.

eyes away from the draft. He overlapped them all, and

quickly followed Sean, expecting him to seek out

they ran into Joan, who came out

elevator.

hesitated momentarily when she noticed the stack of

going, Sean? The show starts today, and

the drafts in his hand, and when she realized they were Alana’s work,

darkened.

the elevator panel. “I’m short on time, Joan. You have a busy schedule, too. Head

could

say anything.

to play. So, he prevented her from

late for the

wanted to convey her concerns about the impending failure of the show, but their planned. drama with Nina had not yet begun, so she forced a smile. “Of course.

nervous.”

Cameron said, “It’s alright.”

backstage area was bustling with activity. The crew members were inspecting the runway, others were fine–tuning the live–stream setup, and the remainder were

the moment he stepped out, Scan, who had been waiting patiently, grabbed his collar and pushed him back into

“I just ironed my suit, Sean. Let me

got straight to the point. “You’ve hidden

He asked with curiosity, “How did you figure it