Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 888

The dress draped over the model was a breathtaking, tender yellow-green, perfectly capturing the vivid hue of new spring grass sprouting from the damp earth. It radiated a vibrant, vernal energy.

Intricate, lifelike flowers adorned the flowing fabric, creating a dreamy illusion that made the runway look like a mystical forest.

The bodice featured a magnificent, oversized floral structure that commanded attention.

Wearing it, the model looked exactly like an ethereal forest fairy.

It was utterly dazzling!

The moment the dress appeared, the audience erupted into a buzzing chorus of amazement. The frantic clicking of camera shutters grew deafening.

"Impossible! That... that's my dress!" Claire gasped, shooting up from her seat in the waiting area.

"Claire, what's wrong?" Elena asked sharply.

Panic laced Claire's voice. "Elena, I designed that dress! It is entirely identical to mine! How could Elaine possibly have my exact design? What am I going to do? I'm number 08! I'm up next!"

Claire was on the verge of tears, her hands trembling.

Everything had been perfectly prepared, only for her to discover that her fiercest competitor was showcasing her exact masterpiece.

"Claire, do not panic! Have someone bring me your design laptop right now. When they call your number, you walk out there just like you planned!"

"How can I do that?! The dresses are exactly the same! They've already seen hers first. If I walk out after her, they're going to accuse me of plagiarism!"

"Claire, leave this to me. Trust me," Elena said, gripping her sister's hands firmly.

Claire looked into Elena's steady eyes. Her younger sister always seemed to bring miraculous luck to their family when they needed it most.

She chose to trust her!

"Okay. I'll go get the model ready."

With that, Claire hurried backstage to prepare.

Out on the runway, Elaine's piece left the judges completely enamored. Their faces were alight with glowing praise and appreciation.

She had poured her heart and soul into this design for months, only to be publicly branded a thief.

She was the one who had been robbed, yet she was the one forced to suffer the humiliation in silence.

The judges immediately began whispering intensely among themselves, their expressions severe.

Even the host was caught off guard, staring at the dress in shock.

"Excuse me, Ms. Whelan, why is your piece completely identical to Ms. Turner's? Did you plagiarize her work?" the host asked directly over the microphone.

Claire gripped her microphone, her voice trembling but firm. "No! I absolutely did not plagiarize. This piece is called 'Wildwood Whimsy,' and I finalized this original design over a month ago!"

"What a joke! Are you trying to imply that I copied you? My design is called 'The Floral Nymph,' and I also completed it over a month ago!" Elaine sneered, having couldn't wait to sprint onto the stage and confront her.

The host, unsure of how to navigate the explosive drama, stepped back and deferred to the panel of judges.

One of the head judges grabbed a microphone, his face tight with anger. "Design is a profoundly sacred art form. As professionals, we strictly oppose any form of plagiarism or rule-breaking. It is an absolute disgrace to the title of a designer. It is statistically impossible for two identical dresses to be created independently. One of you has undeniably committed plagiarism. To be so brazen as to parade stolen work onto a competition stage... do you take this panel, and this audience, for absolute fools?"