The first time Zara saw Nia wearing the same shade of emerald green, she dismissed it as coincidence.
The second time, she knew better.
At an industry gala, Zara stepped into the grand ballroom dressed in her signature deep green. Across the room, near the bar, stood Nia… clad in an almost identical dress. The cut, the fabric, eerily alike.
Vanessa Langley noticed it first.
“Oh, how uncanny,” she mused. “You two could be twins.”
Nia smiled, sipping her champagne. “Great minds think alike.”
Zara’s stomach churned. She moved toward Nia, her voice low.
“Are you enjoying playing dress-up?”
Nia tilted her head, the picture of innocence. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
Nia’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.
“Zara, I think you’re overreacting.”
A few heads turned. Conversations quieted just enough for the words to linger.
And just like that, Zara wasn’t the composed, respected strategist anymore. She was the woman unraveling.
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Welcome — I’m Priscilla Sombe 
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