After.

Alicia, in a daze, walks backstage where all the models are waiting for her, fury written in the lines on their faces.

The lines that previously applied makeup had covered but now it's obvious, and it seems like they've all gone up years older than when they just walked the runway few minutes earlier.

Wendy is the first to come forward. With the sequin gown in her hand, she looks right into her eyes and flings it down by her feet. "Do you know how much hit this has done to my reputation? Why is it so fucking hard to find honest fashion designers lately? Do you have to steal?"

"I didn't..." She starts, hoping to defend herself somehow.

"Shove it. Didn't you see this? I looked through all the seam points and lines in the gown and it's exactly the same thing. Save that lie for your family because they are the only ones that I might believe you."

Alicia takes the phone from her and looks at it. The search is "2007 Fall Collection for Frederick Gandelier" and there it was. Althoug