I worked day and night, designing a collection that represented real beauty—kindness, strength, and authenticity. But even at the contest, sabotage followed me. My final gown, the centerpiece of my presentation, was mysteriously damaged. I later found out Gertrude had bribed the organizer—my so-called friend.

Still, I didn’t let her win. I gave my dress to another contestant who’d also been sabotaged, and walked the stage in something simple I’d sewn early on. I shared my story, my purpose—to design affordable fashion for those in need.I didn’t win first place, but I did win the People’s Choice award—and something far more valuable: my voice.David finally stood up to his mother, and we walked out hand in hand, leaving her speechless. I had nothing left to prove.I wasn’t just enough—I was more than she ever imagined.