At My Funeral, the Thief Wore My Dress

Everyone thought I was dead.

A perfectly timed car crash, a funeral live-streamed across every platform.

My supposed best friend, Serena Thorne, stood before my memorial photo, wearing my favorite black dress, her face streaming with tears.

She choked out that she would carry on my legacy, completing the screenplay we had co-written.

Flashbulbs, like a galaxy of stars, twinkled for her from the audience.

Later, that screenplay won an Oscar for Best Screenplay.

She became a celebrated genius writer, showered with fame and fortune.