Chapter 159: Chapter 159 From Joy Designer
On the screen.
Charlotte Thompson’s red mini dress was dazzlingly eye-catching. Although it didn’t seem out of place, it also wasn’t difficult for people to notice.
The cutting of the dress edge was rather hasty, and slight imperfections could be seen on the otherwise perfect fabric.
Evelyn Curtis glanced at the burst of comments flashing by on the screen, her lips curling into an almost undetectable smirk.
Soon, many netizens noticed and began to discuss:
"Dream Watson is wearing a spring runway piece from BK, designed by Joy. It seems there’s only one, and BK did not sell it!"
"Joy is a top designer, her gowns are mostly used for runway shows and are rarely sold, usually only one piece." "You just said, I didn’t notice, the dress Charlotte’s wearing, the top part of the dress is identical to Dream’s, only the skirt is different."
"Joy’s designs sweep through the entire fashion scene, but because they are too high-end, they are rarely lent to low-key artists or amateurs. Other than socialites and Academy Award-level actresses, I have almost never seen anyone else wearing Joy’s work."
"Our Dream Watson is a top-tier actress in Druarus, her dress is definitely a runway piece, then what Charlotte is wearing has to be a cheap knock-off. Even the skirt is different; the runway piece is a long dress, Charlotte’s is a short one."
The direction of the comments deviated from the design itself for a moment, and everyone’s attention was practically focused on Charlotte’s dress.
The fact that a piece from a world-renowned designer was worn by a previously unheard-of person truly raises questions about its authenticity.
Within minutes, many evidential photos and data appeared in the comment section, and netizens arrived at a conclusion.
"Look at the photo I posted, it’s from a model at Spring Fashion Week, identical to Dream’s, Charlotte’s is definitely a fake."
As soon as the picture appeared, the sentiment immediately swung, and a flurry of comments erupted.
Among them were many harsh words.
"Disgusting as hell. Indeed, you cannot judge a book by its cover, knock-off mongers should die."
"If you don’t have the money, why insist on wearing brands? Don’t you feel embarrassed wearing a fake? So low!"
"Does Charlotte not feel embarrassed? Participating in the competition wearing a knock-off while the judges are wearing the real thing, it’s laughable!"
"As a designer, Charlotte wears fake gowns, won’t she plagiarize other jewelry designers’ works in the future?"
"Maybe the jewelry designs she’s working on now are plagiarized!"
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On the scene, Charlotte was oblivious to what was happening online, she was only concentrated on her work, meticulously sketching with a pencil.
The strands of hair casually hanging down gave her an aura of tranquility.
The designers were in the heat of the competition, scrambling for every second.
Evelyn Curtis was on the other side, constantly checking her phone, the smile on her lips growing wider.
Indeed, Joy’s designs only appear on runway shows during fashion week, and this red dress in particular, there’s only one piece.
This was loaned to her by her stylist’s friend abroad, who is a designer at BK, after jumping through so many hoops.
For Charlotte Thompson, a nobody from who knows where, her dress has to be a knock-off, it’s a no-brainer.
As netizens started to rave, Evelyn Curtis slightly narrowed her eyes, a glint of mystery flashed through her orbs.
Since the sentiment has already shifted, why not stoke the flame, make it burn even brighter?
Thinking of this, she turned off her phone and stood up from her seat.
Seeing her walking over, the cameraman backed off a few steps, pulling Evelyn Curtis into the frame.
The same red dress, the two women on the same screen, once again created a storm in the live chatroom.