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!"

an evening gown tailored to my body? I'd love you forever if you did." Summer looked at

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

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stood frozen

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also stunned. Everyone knew Summer was famously stingy with praise

alone smiling so much. And all

she wasn't someone

usually aloof and unapproachable expressed unusual friendliness toward Ophelia. "I know her. She's the founder of La Reverie, very well-known." It was

who had initially hoped to watch her embarrass

know each other?" Phoebe stepped forward

the sudden interruption. "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's face turned gloomy.

irritated look, scanning her from head to toe, then turned to Ophelia with a curious expression. "Is she a friend of

as he wondered, 'Surely, with your taste, you wouldn't be friends with someone this

exactly, but don't you know her? She's the chief designer at

of Mystique Moon made Phoebe's heart skip

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

all, the title of the Mystique Moon designer

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

are worth my time." Summer retorted, disregarding even Matthew's authority. "The standards for designers these days are so low, anyone

red. This was definitely not how she had imagined

head, her clear, bright eyes locking onto Phoebe's

just shot yourself in

sit over here beside me?" Summer's words were followed

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their seats

and now all the chairs

there, her face clouded

trying to do from the