She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 57

Shera's brow furrowed, a sense of dread settling over her.

"What's wrong? Take a breath and tell me."

Zena gasped, "Someone reported you for pulling strings and privately contacting the judges! The official competition social media page is a complete warzone right now."

Shera's grip on the phone tightened. She immediately opened her social media app and went straight to the official comments section.

[Shera Jewell? Who the hell is that? Never heard of her, and she somehow made the cut?]

[I heard she's got a sugar daddy backing her. Typical.]

[Evegrace, right? Blacklisting them immediately. A brand that operates like this can't possibly make anything good.]

The comments went on to aggressively demand she withdraw from the competition, calling for the organizers to give an official explanation and for her to issue a public apology.

Checking the Evegrace official page was even worse—it was being utterly bombarded, with the comment count skyrocketing past 10,000.

Looking at the identical, repetitive outrage, it was glaringly obvious this was a coordinated smear campaign led by paid internet trolls.

Zena's voice trembled through the speaker. "What do we do, Shera? We're getting dozens of comments a minute. It's snowballing way too fast."

Shera didn't say a word. Her finger scrolled down the screen, her eyes growing colder by the second.

She found the source of the drama: an anonymous screenshot claiming she had a "special backdoor channel" guaranteeing her a spot in the finals. It strongly hinted that she had been fraternizing with the judges and manipulating things behind the scenes.

There was zero hard evidence—it was purely designed to stir up outrage.

The post maliciously compared her status as a newcomer against other highly established competitors, emphasizing the experience gap to guide the public narrative.

It was incredibly damaging.

"Shera, what are we going to do?"

Shera took a deep breath, her voice far steadier than it had been a moment ago. "Don't panic. Do exactly as I say."

"First, from this moment on, do not delete or reply to a single comment. Leave the comment sections on all our platforms completely open."

She closed the statement with one final sentence: *Evegrace can afford to lose, but we refuse to be dragged through the mud.*

Shera texted: [Post this on the official account.]

She could handle being cursed out by strangers, but she would not let Evegrace be framed.

After sending the statement, she didn't waste a second. She dialed the official contact number for the competition committee.

Thankfully, someone was manning the lines over the weekend.

"Hello, this is the organizing committee for the Under the Eaves Fashion Design Competition."

She got straight to the point. "Hello, this is contestant number 010, Shera Jewell. I am formally requesting the public release of all my scoring details from both the preliminary and semi-final rounds, including the judges' scoring records and feedback."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end. "Ms. Jewell, we have noted your request. However, scoring details are internal documents. According to our regulations, they cannot be made public."

"I know that," she cut in smoothly but firmly. "I assume the committee is well aware of the current situation. The public narrative is heavily damaging the competition's credibility, as well as my personal reputation and my brand."