"Knock knock", the door of the lounge was knocked on.
Charlotte Thompson’s assistant ca in with an exquisite handmade bag: "Sister Charlotte, your dress has arrived, and the competition will start in half an hour, you need to get changed."
Charlotte Thompson turned her head, "Okay."
Then she went to the dressing room to change her clothes.
She ca out after a while.
She was irresistible and enchanting in a red dress, with a low V-neck subtly hinting at a touch of charm. It matched her exquisite makeup, making her even more dazzling.
Evelyn Curtis just caught a glimpse of her and imdiately lost her composure.
"What do you an? You’re wearing the sa dress as !"
Charlotte acted as though she hadn’t heard and went to a mirror to check herself out.
Evelyn, who had been ignored and snubbed, had never experienced such humiliation in the past five years - her gaze dropped, and she walked over to Charlotte and tried to rip off her dress.
"You’re just a small-ti designer, and you dare to be so conspicuous, stealing the spotlight from the judge’s? Who taught you to be so pretentious?"
Seeing Evelyn’s action, Lucy was startled and rushed forward to pull her away.
"Miss Curtis, please don’t do this."
Charlotte’s assistant, Coco, was not easily ssed with either, and she imdiately stepped up, grabbing Evelyn’s hand and pushing her away.
Charlotte quickly smoothed out her dress that Evelyn had bunched up, showing no panic on her face.
"You’re the judge, after all. Don’t you have any patience? I wonder if your fans know what you’re really like."
"Hah, what am I like? Charlotte Thompson, right? You’re an unknown designer who dares to wear the sa outfit as on the show, aren’t you afraid of being mocked?"
Charlotte paused without replying.
"What? Nothing to say? You should have thought of the consequences when you chose to wear this dress."
At the absurdity of Evelyn’s words, Charlotte’s lips pulled into a slight smirk and she let out a small laugh: "Well, I do know that wearing the sa clothes is not the issue, it’s embarrassing if soone is uglier."
With those words, Charlotte and Coco left for the rest room where the other designers were.
Having dealt with Evelyn, Charlotte had achieved the first objective of the day.
Evelyn was left alone, her heart full of resentnt and discontent. She was so angry that her chest was heaving.
As soon as Charlotte stepped into the designer’s lounge, Evelyn imdiately followed her in.
The designers in the lounge were surprised to see Evelyn.
Unexpectedly, they were able to et the judge before the competition had even begun.
However, why was the contestant dressed the sa as the judge?
"Charlotte Thompson, I warn you, change your dress."
Evelyn stood her ground, her eyes filled with a threatening intensity, and her tone was forceful.
Charlotte looked innocent: "I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would be wearing the sa dress today."
"Since you’ve apologized, I won’t pursue the matter as long as you change your outfit," Evelyn tried to contain her rage.
"But...this is the only dress I brought today. It’s a big competition after all, if my dress is not up to par, it would seem disrespectful..."
"Miss Curtis, do you want to change because you’re afraid of wearing the sa dress and feeling embarrassed?"
Charlotte purposely added the last sentence, which caused a stir in the lounge.
Isn’t it offensive to say such things before the competition begins, provoking the judge?
Evelyn’s face alternated between red and purple from Charlotte’s words.
"You!" Evelyn stord forward and raised her hand to slap Charlotte.
However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and her hand was left hanging in mid-air, unable to gain strength.
"Miss Curtis, can’t we settle this peacefully?"
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