Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 234

Chapter 234

The lounge wasn't just occupied by Matthew and two designers The spacious, cream-colored armchairs were arranged in a roundtable style, and no fewer than ten people were seated arouid them. Among them was Matthew, the president of the association, Ophelia had met him more than six months ago when he served as a judge at a designer competition she participated in.

The rest of the designers were also familiar to Ophelia.

Two of them, in particular, stood out, were Madeline Ximena, aenowned domestic designer, and Summer, an internationally acclaimed name.

Phoebe glanced sideways at Ophelia with a look that seemed to say, "See? I wasn't lying, was I?"

"Phoebe, who is this you've brought with you? Her outfit is just too casual," a female designer said, her gaze sweeping over Ophelia from head to toe. She snorted lightly and let out a disdainful chuckle.

The design world valued fashion above all else. Everyone here was dressed in luxury brand outfits, each costing at least hundreds of thousands of dollars.

And then there was Ophelia. She wore an ordinary blue plaid wornen's suit, with a white collar showing underneath and a small black tie around her neck.

Her crisp and professional look clashed completely with the ostentatious styles of everyone else present.

Ophelia quickly scanned the room. There was only one seat left. It was obvious Phoebe had known this beforehand.

Her intentions were clear to Ophelia.

Phoebe maintained a gracious smile and walked a few steps forward with Ophelia.

"Let me introduce..." she began, but before she could finish, Summer stood up from his seat and walked over to Ophelia with a delighted expression, grabbing both of her arms.

"Darling, it is you! I thought I was seeing things. You haven't forgotten me, have you?" Summer's voice was delicate, and he was dressed in a medieval aristocratic gown, his hair dyed silver gray, with expertly applied makeup. "Of course not." Ophelia's smile held a trace of awkwardness. After all, years ago, when Ophelia first met Summer, he had

been a man.

And Summer still was a man, though his style had always leaned toward the androgynous and unapologetically self-expressive.

The others knew very few people could get Summer to stand and greet them.

Their initial contemptuous and mocking looks toward Ophelia shifted to ones of curiosity and assessment.

Summer waved Madeline over. "Madeline, this is the one I told you about the incredibly talented young lady I adore. I absolutely love her designs!"

going to design an evening gown tailored to my body? I'd love you forever if you

act, but Summer was different. "Of course. I'll make sure to send you one soon," she promised. "Oh, darling,

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had spoken earlier was also stunned. Everyone knew Summer was famously stingy with praise

before, let alone smiling so much. And all of this was directed at a

she wasn't someone

Ophelia. "I know her. She's the founder of La Reverie,

initially hoped to watch her embarrass herself were now practically bowing down

each other?" Phoebe stepped

"And who are you? You brought her here, so your job is done. Leave. There's nothing else for you to do." Summer had effectively demoted Phoebe to a

Phoebe's face turned gloomy.

Go already!" Summer shot her an irritated look, scanning her from head to toe, then turned

gaze clearly conveyed his disdain as he wondered, 'Surely, with your taste, you wouldn't be

know her? She's the chief designer at Mystique Moon," Ophelia

made Phoebe's heart skip a beat,

else before? Did she get plastic surgery?" Summer, notorious in the industry for his sharp tongue, rarely held back when

the title of the Mystique Moon designer was something she'd paid for

had remained silent until now, spoke up. "We're all here to exchange and learn, Summer.

"The standards for designers these days are so low, anyone and everyone can slip

cheeks flushed bright red. This was definitely not

bright eyes locking onto Phoebe's with

shot yourself in the foot, Ophelia

beside me?" Summer's words

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seats

beside Summer, and

stood there, her face clouded with

trying to