Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 310

The first outfit was a light mocha linen suit skirt. The drape was crisp, the waistline impeccably tailored, and the cuffs featured subtly pleated diamond patterns. It wasn't flashy, but it screamed premium quality.

The second was a minimalist apricot satin gown. It featured a modest neckline, an A-line skirt, and delicate pearls and crushed diamonds adorning the waist. It looked elegant and regal.

As soon as the pieces debuted, the audience erupted in praise.

Two of the judges nodded in continuous approval.

Vivienne had studied abroad and was an external designer for a famous international brand. People had already labeled her a "gifted designer," so the judges and audience naturally viewed her work through rose-tinted glasses.

"The silhouette is fantastic. The aesthetic is right on point. She nailed the quiet luxury vibe."

"The color palette is simple yet sophisticated, not tacky at all. The details are exquisite."

"She's improved a lot since the preliminaries. She clearly put a lot of work into this."

Hearing the endless compliments around her, Vivienne's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a smug, relieved smile crept into her eyes.

The truth was, between the fabric shortage, her studio's crisis, and Dante's cold shoulder, she had suffered from severe insomnia lately. She hadn't been able to focus on designing at all.

For these semi-final pieces, she had taken the lazy route. She flipped through old drafts from Paris Fashion Week, spliced together elements from two top-tier designers, and tweaked a few minor details.

She thought her alterations were seamless enough that no ordinary person would ever notice.

In the center of the judges' panel, Lillian Quincy stared at Vivienne's designs in silence.

Her brows were slightly furrowed. There was no praise in her eyes—only a cold, razor-sharp scrutiny.

The scoring segment began.

The other judges gave high marks. When it was Lillian's turn, she gripped her pen, lazily raised her eyes, and spoke in a chillingly stern voice.

"This contestant's work has a neat silhouette and decent aesthetics, but I see no soul in the design. It's nothing more than a patchwork of stolen elements."

That single sentence plunged the entire room into dead silence.

The smile froze on Vivienne's face, and her blood ran cold.

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