The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 58 A Stain

Things were just as hectic on the other end. Abigail seized the opportunity to pass another piece of paper to Luna while no one else was looking. Luna’s expression remained blank, but it was as if they had an unspoken agreement–she slipped the piece of paper into her pocket and covered her shirt over it. They both edged closer to one another and were about to exchange a conversation

when they heard Joan’s high–pitched voice.

“I noticed that you finished all of your design drafts when I visited you earlier today, Luna. That’s

impressive. I heard that the theme left a lot of the other designers stumped–they couldn’t come

up with anything, even after working on it for up to one week.” Joan’s statement carried an implicit

message that everyone else could understand. Yet, when Abigail glanced at Joan’s expression, she

noticed that there wasn’t a hint of malice on her face. In fact, she seemed to have genuine

admiration for the other woman.

The rest of the crowd no longer said much. The designers simply stared at Luna, who had a smile

on her face. Everyone couldn’t help but recall what Joan had asked Luna the night before. Did she

really contact Sean to ask him about the theme last night? Was she trying to come up with the drafts before us? Abigail could sense the suspicion and hostility in the rest of the designers‘ gaze, and she froze for a moment. Joan is obviously trying to tell everyone that this competition is rigged. She’s telling them that the winner has been pre–determined and that they wouldn’t be able to win the grand prize regardless of how hard they try.

Since Luna identified herself as Alana, she hadn’t visited Sean’s room, nor did she see a point in

explaining herself to Joan. So, Luna simply lowered her cutlery before looking Joan in the eye. “You

should provide some evidence for your statements, Miss Palmer. Otherwise, you’re just defaming

me.”

The theme, ‘Sweet Whispers, was clear enough that any designer who had some experience in the

to get started with

still been able to produce an initial draft within one hour. All

to discard her other issues and focus hard for a

were bright with joy and awe. “You sure are one

on a piece of paper that had been

your draft earlier today, and I thought that it was the

stepped on… I felt really disappointed then.” Joan twisted her face into one of dejection as she continued speaking. “I was worried that the designer I admired wasn’t actually all that talented. I only became a model because of your designs. I may not have any talent in your field, but I sure do

to be a fake!”

at Abigail without saying much. Abigail, on the other hand, seemed unfazed even after all that Joan had said. “When you met her today, the production crew for the designers had arrived as well. Logically speaking, she wouldn’t have had

great, then. Since there wasn’t any time for her to change her draft, the draft that gets aired would certainly have the mark that you were talking

nothing I have to worry about. I don’t have any ill intentions. I simply want this to be a fair competition, and I want to believe that my idol has genuine talent.” Joan’s tone was sincere and genuine–the crowd seemed to be fonder

Palmer. You voiced out your concerns in order to ensure that everyone else’s efforts don’t go to waste, and you tried to

the cameraman was beyond excited to capture the argument. These were the sort

a lot of conversation. Joan turned around to look at

a while. “I’m not overthinking the situation. I’m simply very fond of

concerned after noticing the issue with the

I’m able to distinguish women who are simply pretending to be innocent and well–intentioned. I’m fine if

impacting my reputation. I hope that I’ll be able to receive

people perceived her, and she wasn’t afraid to offend Joan or the wealthy figure who was supporting Joan. So, Luna didn’t hesitate to expose the pretentious front that Joan was putting on. After that,

its peak at that point. Everyone began to whisper

that she couldn’t reveal her anger in front of the camera. Sabrina had already given her a warning earlier that day–that she had to contain her emotions and not lose her temper. If Joan lost her

of my idol to be ruined. Furthermore, we’re all on the same team–I wouldn’t want to harm her in any

Abigail’s statements. I hadn’t

hesitate to criticize me at all. Wouldn’t that

me more haters?

Luna’s expression darkened after both

was really a mark on

accidentally expose something if the filming crew took too much

submit her draft earlier. Her ears were ringing then. We

but it just feels like we might have dug our own graves,

gave you after that?” Abigail tried her best

the drawer, but