The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 110 The Show’s Arranged

Abigail had an unsettling feeling about the situation. She suspected that whatever Nina had done. earlier that morning could affect the outcome of the competition.

Abigail and Luna returned to their room, and Luna paced around, scratching her head. “I’m panicking. What should I do?” The fear of uncertainty was weighing on Luna.

“Only two more days until the competition starts. We don’t have time to figure out what Nina did,” Abigail said calmly. “We’ll deal with it as it comes. There’s nothing to be afraid of. So far, everything’s going according to plan, right?”

Luna looked at Abigail with concern. “Except for whatever Nina did this morning.”

“We have no way of finding out what she did. Speculating won’t help us. What we need to focus on is making enough changes just in case something affects the results,” Abigail replied, worried that someone might interfere with her design process. If she couldn’t complete her clothing designs,

she wouldn’t have any results to show.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Luna looked at it, and Abigail quickly cleared

the coffee table before answering the door.

Joan stood outside, wearing a friendly smile. “Luna mentioned that the shirt’s been altered, so I’ve

come to take a look.”

Luna gave

loudly, “There’s nothing to see. It’s not even finished

and blinked

had come with the livestreaming team, so Luna took a deep breath

in, then.”

over crucial design details. Joan and the livestreaming team entered. They asked Luna about

wait to wear it on the runway,” Joan exclaimed, looking at the dress on the workstation and putting on a delighted expression for the camera, adding suspense to the show,

needed.

the

but Joan sat on the couch and smiled at Luna. “I’m curious about how you interpret Sweet Whispers, Luna. This change is marvelous. I might not know much about fashion design, but

it was a good question, so they continued with the live

“Sweet Whispers may sound like a theme about. romance, but I see it as a whisper

progress the changes, but

of

Luna and tried

too

smiled and got back to work. The sewing machine hummed, and silence

in the evening, Abigail held the dress and told Luna, “There are still a

room and work on it. You get

this. What’s

of the sewing machine

take over if something stops me from finishing my design?” Abigail stood up, holding the half–finished dress