Sequins

Rarity sat on her favorite park bench, ruminating over the events of the past few days. She had presented the design she had stolen at Fashion Week, and it had been incredibly popular. She had never had such popularity in her whole career, and everypony who was important to the fashion industry had been practically breaking down her door, begging her to sign deals with their businesses to sell the new design in their stores. At the same time, her personal life had fallen into a pile of heartbreak and shattered dreams. Her wife had kicked her out, her daughter was heartbroken, and most of her friends who knew what she had done wouldn't go near her. A tear ran down her face as she felt her heart break into tiny shards. She barely even registered the sound of approaching hoofsteps. Whoever it was, they probably didn't care much for some bedraggled mare crying over her stupid mistakes in a corner of the park. She was startled when a caring hoof was placed on her shoulder. She looked up to see her friend, Twilight Sparkle, getting out a handkerchief to wipe Rarity's face gently. "Shhh... It's ok, Rarity. Everything's going to be ok." She said, doing her best to soothe her distraught friend. Rarity blinked, surprised that somepony was taking the time to care about her feelings, especially after how she had behaved. She bit her lip, unable to hide her tears, and flung herself into her friend's embrace.

"Oh, Twilight! I've been so awful! Pop trusted me with her hard work, and I exploited it for my own gain! Out of all of the things I could have done as a mother, this is the worst possible thing!"

Twilight rolled her eyes, slightly amused at her friend's melodramatic behavior in spite of herself. "Rarity, what you did was wrong, but you can still fix this. You just need to apologize and give credit where it's due. Remember when Suri stole your fabric to make her own fashion line? You were generous with her, and she took advantage of you. But in the end, it worked out and you ended up getting credit in the fashion industry for creating the fabric. You just need to own up to what you've done and give Pop the credit she deserves."

Rarity's eyes shot wide open at the thought of doing something like that. That would mean publicly announcing that she had been horrid to her own daughter, and stolen her design. It would mean scandal and shame, perhaps for her whole life. The thought was too much to bear. "But if I do that, nopony will ever trust me again!" Twilight looked her friend right in the eyes, tightening her jaw.

"Rarity, what would you rather have, a successful career, or your daughter and wife?"