[EVE]
Hyun swallowed hard, his expression flickering between astonishment and hesitation. "You . . . you're letting me borrow Miss Hart's dresses?"
Dean merely nodded. "It's better than nothing, right? And don't worry—it'll stay a secret between us. If this got out, both of our names would be dragged into a mess neither of us want."
I frowned, something about this making me uneasy. "But . . . is this really okay?" I hesitated, glancing at Hyun. "These aren't your designs, Hyun. If we use them, wouldn't that be the same as taking credit for someone else's work? And—" my voice dropped slightly, "won't the critics recognize Miss Evangeline Hart's signature design?"
Dean leaned against the couch, unfazed. "They would. That's why we'll make modifications. Change a few details. It's faster than starting from scratch. And besides—" he smirked slightly, "with my reputation, and my mother's, no one will dare question it once I step onto that runway."
