I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 110 The Show’s Arranged

Abigail had an unsettling feeling about the situation. She suspected that whatever Nina had done. earlier that morning could affect the outcome of the competition.

Abigail and Luna returned to their room, and Luna paced around, scratching her head. “I’m panicking. What should I do?” The fear of uncertainty was weighing on Luna.

“Only two more days until the competition starts. We don’t have time to figure out what Nina did,” Abigail said calmly. “We’ll deal with it as it comes. There’s nothing to be afraid of. So far, everything’s going according to plan, right?”

Luna looked at Abigail with concern. “Except for whatever Nina did this morning.”

“We have no way of finding out what she did. Speculating won’t help us. What we need to focus on is making enough changes just in case something affects the results,” Abigail replied, worried that someone might interfere with her design process. If she couldn’t complete her clothing designs,

she wouldn’t have any results to show.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Luna looked at it, and Abigail quickly cleared

the coffee table before answering the door.

Joan stood outside, wearing a friendly smile. “Luna mentioned that the shirt’s been altered, so I’ve

come to take a look.”

Luna gave

look and declared loudly, “There’s nothing to

around and blinked at

Luna took a deep breath and smiled at Joan.

in, then.”

over crucial design details. Joan and the livestreaming team entered. They asked Luna about her ideas regarding

it on the runway,” Joan exclaimed, looking at the dress on the workstation

needed.

about the dress, but the

the couch and smiled at Luna. “I’m curious about how you

live streaming team thought it was a good question,

theme about. romance, but I see it as a whisper between flowers. That’s why

camera, saying, “I’m sure you’re eager to see the progress the changes, but it will only be revealed during the runway show.

of

livestreaming team and Joan left. Abigail looked at Luna

bit too nervous,”

and got back to work. The sewing machine hummed, and silence settled in, though Luna

the evening, Abigail held the dress

take this back to my room and work on it. You get

to finish this. What’s the hurry?” Luna empathized, knowing Abigail

of the sewing machine all

idea what Nina did. Can you take over if something stops me from finishing my design?” Abigail stood up, holding the half–finished dress in her