Vanessa's voice was like a knife to Meesha's heart. "It's her fault," she gushed, pointing at Meesha. "Meesha killed Sarah!"

Meesha felt like she had been punched in the gut. She couldn't say anything, couldn't defend herself. All she could do was stand there, frozen in horror, as the weight of her mistake crushed her.

She had given Sarah those pills because she wanted to help her. Sarah was supposed to walk the runway in the fashion show, but she had a fever. Meesha had given her the pills to help her feel better, not knowing that they would harm her.

Now Sarah was dead, and it was all Meesha's fault.

Soon, the police arrived, and Meesha was taken away for interrogation. Inside the cold, sterile room, the tension was palpable. Meesha sat face to face with the detective, his eyes locked onto hers. Her head hung low, her face stricken with tears.

"Miss Dasilva, did you or did you not kill Miss Harris intentionally?" he asked, his voice firm but controlled.

Meesha shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I did not kill her."

The detective jotted something down in his notebook before asking, "What exactly happened?"

Meesha took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "She came to me and told me she was running a fever. I asked her to go to the hospital, but she refused because she didn't want to miss her runway show."

The detective's eyes narrowed. "She didn't want to miss her runway show?" he repeated.

Meesha nodded, her face wet with tears. "Yes. Then I gave her a medication. I've used it many times when I had a fever, and it works well for me. I didn't know it shouldn't be used for diabetic patients. It wasn't even indicated on the label."

The detective's expression was skeptical. "Can I see the medication?" he asked.

Meesha rummaged through her bag and produced the medicine bottle. The detective took it from her and examined it carefully, his eyes scanning the label.

After a few moments, he handed the bottle back to Meesha. "We'll have to investigate thoroughly and get back to you shortly," he said, standing up.

As soon as he left, Meesha curled up on the seat, overcome with grief. She couldn't believe Sarah was gone, all because of her negligence. If only she could go back in time...

Meesha was lost in thought when she felt a gentle touch on her hair. She instinctively shuddered in fear then looked up to see Daniel standing beside her, his eyes filled with concern.

"Oh, Daniel. When did you come in?" Meesha asked, her voice dry and devoid of its usual happiness.

Daniel's expression was somber. "I came in just now. I heard the news about Sarah's death. I'm so sorry about the implication."

Meesha felt a pang of worry. The news had already spread? Vanessa must be having a field day, tarnishing her reputation.

"What about the police?" Meesha asked, her voice laced with anxiety.

Daniel's expression was reassuring. "They don't have any evidence, they can only detain you for 24 hours."

Meesha nodded, feeling a little sense of relief. But the weight of her mistake still lingered, haunting her.

[THE NEXT DAY]  

As Meesha stepped out of the police station, she was immediately swarmed by live streamers and reporters, their cameras capturing her every move. Meesha knew exactly who was behind this media frenzy: Vanessa, her arch-nemesis, who would stop at nothing to tarnish her reputation.

Just then, two elderly couples approached her, their faces etched with scorn. Meesha recognized them as Sarah's parents. Sarah's mother, tears streaming down her face, pointed an accusatory finger at Meesha.

"You! You killed our Sarah!" she wailed, her body shaking with sobs. "I knew the police would release you, despite the fact that you're responsible for our daughter's death! Your celebrity status has clearly influenced the justice system. Our daughter deserves justice, and you should be behind bars!"

Meesha's eyes dropped, weighed down by the guilt of her negligence, which had led to Sarah's tragic demise. She met Sarah's mother's grief-stricken gaze, her eyes filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry," Meesha began, her voice barely above a whisper.

But before she could finish, Sarah's father interrupted, his voice rising in indignation. "Sorry? Do you think a simple apology can bring our daughter back?" he thundered. "You're responsible for our child's death. What's the point of saying sorry?"

Meesha tried to speak, but her words were lost amidst the chaos.

Sarah's father's voice cut through the air, sharp with accusation. "You gave her the medication, didn't you?"

Meesha attempted to explain, but Sarah's father wouldn't let her finish. "How could you be so heartless? You knew she was diabetic, yet you still gave her the medication. You're evil!"

Sarah's mother chimed in, her voice dripping with venom. "The police won't do anything about it. She's obviously bribed them."

Meesha's eyes widened in protest. "No, I didn't bribe them. I didn't even know Sarah was diabetic," she replied, her voice sincere.

Sarah's mother produced a paper from her bag, her eyes blazing with disgust. "Isn't this Sarah's medical analysis? We found it in your dressing room, and everyone here is a witness."

Meesha's memory flashed back to the medical report. She had asked Sarah for it, and Sarah had given it to her. Meesha had absentmindedly tossed it into a file, intending to review it later.

Meesha denied the accusations, her voice shaking. "I... I had the medical report, but I didn't check it. I'm not lying."

The crowd's glares intensified, their faces twisted in disgust. Someone shouted, "Meesha is a liar!" Another hissed, "She's still denying it despite being caught red-handed."

A voice from the crowd yelled, "All evidence points to her! She's the murderer! She killed Sarah!"

Sarah's mother's anger boiled over, her face red with fury. She raised her hand to slap Meesha, but Sarah's father intervened, holding her back.

"No... don't," he cautioned. "Who knows what she'll do if you hit her? She's a celebrity; she can do anything to us."

Sarah's mother nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, everyone would take her side. No one cares about our innocent Sarah. I warned her about the entertainment industry – how people seem nice on camera but are ruthless behind the scenes. Now my Sarah is gone, killed by selfish interests."

Meesha's words caught in her throat, and she couldn't speak. The accusations felt like a punch to the gut. Even if she defended herself, no one would believe her. In their eyes, she was already a murderer.