Chapter 58 A Stain
Things were just as hectic on the other end. Abigail seized the opportunity to pass another piece of paper to Luna while no one else was looking. Luna’s expression remained blank, but it was as if they had an unspoken agreement–she slipped the piece of paper into her pocket and covered her shirt over it. They both edged closer to one another and were about to exchange a conversation
when they heard Joan’s high–pitched voice.
“I noticed that you finished all of your design drafts when I visited you earlier today, Luna. That’s
impressive. I heard that the theme left a lot of the other designers stumped–they couldn’t come
up with anything, even after working on it for up to one week.” Joan’s statement carried an implicit
message that everyone else could understand. Yet, when Abigail glanced at Joan’s expression, she
noticed that there wasn’t a hint of malice on her face. In fact, she seemed to have genuine
admiration for the other woman.
The rest of the crowd no longer said much. The designers simply stared at Luna, who had a smile
on her face. Everyone couldn’t help but recall what Joan had asked Luna the night before. Did she
really contact Sean to ask him about the theme last night? Was she trying to come up with the drafts before us? Abigail could sense the suspicion and hostility in the rest of the designers‘ gaze, and she froze for a moment. Joan is obviously trying to tell everyone that this competition is rigged. She’s telling them that the winner has been pre–determined and that they wouldn’t be able to win the grand prize regardless of how hard they try.
Since Luna identified herself as Alana, she hadn’t visited Sean’s room, nor did she see a point in
explaining herself to Joan. So, Luna simply lowered her cutlery before looking Joan in the eye. “You
should provide some evidence for your statements, Miss Palmer. Otherwise, you’re just defaming
me.”
The theme, ‘Sweet Whispers, was clear enough that any designer who had some experience in the
industry would know how to get started with their work. If they hadn’t exchanged identities, Abigail
would have still been able to produce an initial draft within one hour. All she would’ve had to do
was to discard her other issues and focus hard for a while.
Joan’s eyes were bright with joy and awe. “You sure are one of my favorite designers! I went to visit
Sean last night, and I accidentally stepped on a piece of paper that had been left on the floor beside
his shoe rack. I saw a mark on your draft earlier today, and I thought that it was the same piece of
paper I had stepped on… I felt really disappointed then.” Joan twisted her face into one of dejection as she continued speaking. “I was worried that the designer I admired wasn’t actually all that talented. I only became a model because of your designs. I may not have any talent in your field, but I sure do look up to you, Miss Smith! Not only that, but I would be so shocked if you turned out
to be a fake!”
Luna stared at Abigail without saying much. Abigail, on the other hand, seemed unfazed even after all that Joan had said. “When you met her today, the production crew for the designers had arrived as well. Logically speaking, she wouldn’t have had the chance to switch to a new draft, right?” Abigail asked.
Joan recalled the events of the morning before she nodded. “That’s right.” Abigail let out a slight chuckle. “That’s great, then. Since there wasn’t any time for her to change her draft, the draft that gets aired would certainly have the mark that you were talking about, right, Miss Palmer? Wouldn’t the truth be out once we look at the recordings?”
Joan blinked a few times without much change in her expression. She carefully recalled the sequence of events earlier that morning and made sure that she hadn’t missed out on anything before she spoke once more. “Fine. However, since you claim that this isn’t the truth, then there’s nothing I have to worry about. I don’t have any ill intentions. I simply want this to be a fair competition, and I want to believe that my idol has genuine talent.” Joan’s tone was sincere and genuine–the crowd seemed to be fonder of her after hearing her words.
Abigail simply smirked at the other woman. “You’re a blessing to the design industry, Miss Palmer. You voiced out your concerns in order to ensure that everyone else’s efforts don’t go to waste, and you tried to make sure that this show proceeds in a rightful manner. I think that’s a fantastic move from your end.”
Meanwhile, the cameraman was beyond excited to capture the argument. These were the sort of
scenes that would generate a lot of conversation. Joan turned around to look at Luna, who had been
silent for a while. “I’m not overthinking the situation. I’m simply very fond of you, Miss Smith. I
“Miss Palmer” Luna got to her feet and came face–to–face with Joan while beaming at her. “I’m sorry. I’m not an idiot, and I’m able to distinguish women who are simply pretending to be innocent and well–intentioned. I’m fine if you’re targeting me as an individual, but your words are
themselves as they all attempted to guess what Luna would do. Joan was fuming on the inside! Luna is the one who doesn’t know where she stands. How dare she act all righteous when she was the one who tried to seduce Sean? However, Joan knew that she couldn’t reveal her anger in front of the camera. Sabrina had already given her a warning earlier that day–that she had to contain her emotions and not lose her temper. If Joan lost her temper, she would be fulfilling Luna’s wishes! She would reveal the front that she had been putting on!
I can’t believe how things turned south after Abigail’s statements. I hadn’t expected Luna to be so
careless with her reputation, too. She didn’t hesitate to criticize me at all. Wouldn’t that just bring
me more haters?
her, so she had been quick to submit her draft earlier. Her ears were ringing then. We spoke so
confidently earlier, but it just feels like we might have dug our own graves, she thought.
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