The spotlight shifted, bathing the stage in a striking blue hue. Out came the second contestant's piece, modeled by a tall, statuesque woman draped in a daffodil-yellow evening gown. The dress, with its daring thigh-high slit in the front and a mermaid tail dragging gracefully behind, perfectly accentuated the model's figure.

Clad in the soft yellow of the gown, the model exuded an air of fresh elegance, reminiscent of the first breezes of spring.

But it was the jewelry that stole the show. Adorned with dazzling shades of lavender, the pieces shimmered with an ethereal light. Thalassa was visibly taken aback, her pulse racing with a mixture of shock and

awe.

Instinctively, her grip tightened around Lysander's hand, which he had been holding all along. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the runway, from the jewelry that seemed to echo her own designs, leaving her rooted to the spot.

Lysander, feeling Thalassa's tension, also turned cold, a chill emanating from him as he too noticed the uncanny resemblance between the jewelry on display and Thalassa's creations.

continued her walk, confident and poised, while Thalassa stood frozen, disbelief and anger swirling within

identical. And yet, she

coincidence that their designs were so similar. But

to Lysander, seeking his counsel, unsure of what

conclusions. Maybe there's been a mix-up with the models and the designs. Let's wait

were a balm,

clung to the

the situation If it was just a matter of swapping the model's number with the right designer, then

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It was almost her turn, and she was eager to see how her actual

a soft purple glow.

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