Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 31

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The first round of the competition was just around the corner, and the production team had already sent over the content for the premiere. When Ophelia arrived at the TV station's recording hall, the director's team welcomed her. The moment they saw her, they lit up their

eyes and sighed, "Finally someone normal has come here."

"Hi there, I'm the show's assistant director. Just call me Cici. If you have any questions during the recording, feel free to come to me. You can wait in the lounge for a while. Once all the designers are here, we'll introduce you to your partners," said Cici.

"Got it. Thanks." Ophelia nodded. Though the production notes said the teams would be randomly assigned, she knew this kind of show always had a script.

She made her way to the waiting area, where two designers were already there-one guy and one girl. The girl had a total badass vibe going on: black heavy-metal style outfit, smoky eye makeup, black lipstick, and short, white hair. The guy, however, had long, straight hair and a womanlike face. He wore a tight V-neck tank top, showing off his chest.

"The two of them clearly weren't on good terms, and they sat as far away from each other as possible. Ophelia found a seat closer to the girl.

As she sat down, the guy, in a slightly nasally voice, asked, "You're also a designer? I thought you were some celebrity. I'm Daniel Hunt, a designer at Manns."

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Daniel finished with a slight tilt of his chin, full of himself. The girl in black scoffed, "If you're that big of a deal, why are you even here for a competition?"

"None of your damn business," Daniel snapped back, his voice sharp and grating. "At least I'm not like you New Realm copycats."

"Who the hell are you calling a copycat?!" the girl retorted.

verbal showdown, and the two of them went at it non-stop until someone else walked in, forcing them to dial

started to chat with people they thought to be easygoing. Though they were billed as unknown designers, they were either working for a big-name company or running their own studio, with plenty

became the odd one out, as they subtly excluded

I'm Marilyn Moore, but you can call me Mara," a girl said

and met a pair of beautiful amber eyes. The girl had a doll-like face, with a tiny dimple near her mouth.

thought her name sounded familiar but couldn't quite place

quick smile before moving on to greet the

as the last designer finally showed up, Ophelia glanced up, and she suddenly froze when

His slightly curly hair framed a clean-cut, refined face. 13:56 Sun,

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designers turned their heads toward the door and

thought this was an amateur competition. How did they get him to attend this?" someone

famous?" Marilyn

Ladies. You've seriously never heard of him? He's a design prodigy. The gowns

him? I had no idea he was so young." Marilyn practically glowed with

smiled and went around the room to shake hands with everyone. His approachable demeanor didn't have

arrogance.

gaze reached the far corner of the room, his expression froze for a brief

a crowd of designers, sat in the

Brock's arrival, the unspoken understanding spread: no one was really gunning for first place anymore. The best they could hope for now was runner-up. "Now I know why the top two get international competition and training opportunities," someone

it obvious? This whole competition is just a promo for Fashion Ladies by Lewis Group," another girl said with a

asked in curiosity, "Why would Fashion Ladies even need promo?

on the scene? It's called La Reverie or something. They were almost like a myth, but now, they've opened a studio and a store. They're all about gowns too so no wonder Fashion Ladies is feeling the

time for everyone to "pretend" they had randomly drawn their numbers and go find their partners. The main point was for the contestants to get to know each other so that they could design outfits that

already knew her assigned partner was Samantha Jenkins, a former idol from a girl group. After asking around and finding out