Free Web NovelChapter 321: Chapter 321: Mocking? Slapping Their Own Face!
"You can just take a look yourselves to see if this dress is authentic!"
Seeing the amused yet mocking expression on Cecilia’s face, Chloe was immediately enraged and grabbed Fiona’s sleeve.
"You’re just a poor person with no exposure. What Fiona’s wearing is definitely authentic!"
Cecilia’s words piqued the curiosity of everyone in the hall, and they all looked at Fiona’s sleeve, eager to see if there was indeed a label from Master Eric.
Even Fiona instinctively held her breath, feeling inexplicably uneasy. Heaven help her, it must be real. Otherwise, how could she look down on Cecilia with her shabby look to find a sense of superiority?
However, in the next moment, everyone was stunned!
Because on Fiona’s right sleeve, there were only intricate patterns, nothing else!
There was no handwritten signature by Master Eric as Cecilia claimed.
...
The onlookers exchanged awkward glances, not knowing what to say, and even Fiona frowned deeply.
"This... this is impossible."
However, Chloe was more agitated than Fiona herself!
She blushed and gritted her teeth, countering.
"Hold on, we’re checking the right sleeve. What if Master Eric likes to hide the label on the left sleeve?"
As Chloe spoke, her hand tremblingly reached for Fiona’s left sleeve.
Fiona felt something was wrong, a bad premonition arose in her heart. To her, Chloe was nothing more than a burden, and if she weren’t the mayor’s daughter and Director Chandler of ASC’s niece, Fiona wouldn’t pay her any attention.
"Chloe, such things can’t be faked. There’s no need to care so much about my sister’s words."
"No! I won’t believe it! Fiona, don’t be afraid, the texture of this dress is so amazing, it’s absolutely real. Cecilia is just jealous because she wears cheap clothes from street markets!"
Fiona almost immediately wanted to stop this fool, but Chloe moved faster than her in proving her point.
In an instant, the other sleeve was also lifted by Chloe.
Yet Chloe flipped it around, almost tearing Fiona’s dress to shreds, but found nothing!
"How... how can this be... there clearly should be something..."
Chloe released Fiona’s sleeve as if she had lost her senses, and Fiona was utterly embarrassed, blaming Chloe for her reckless stupidity.
Usually, she loved saving face and enjoyed receiving compliments. She had adored this pink designer gown but now wished she could tear it off and burn it!
The crowd around them was staring, and now, under the eyes of everyone, they all saw that indeed there was no signature from Master Eric. A chorus of boos arose.
"Never thought the goddess Fiona would wear a knockoff... that’s just incredible."
"Exactly, who would’ve guessed Fiona was this vain, willing to mimic clothing to match the Euronian Royalty? I remember Master Eric’s designs are patented, isn’t this infringement?"
"Tsk tsk, she mocked her sister for being poorly dressed, pretending to gift a designer item, and now she’s exposed!"
"I think Cecilia truly deserves to be the school beauty. Even in a down jacket without makeup, she’s beautiful, and she doesn’t mind dressing simply, valuing comfort. Why do you need to mock her?"
If Fiona hadn’t been bragging all along, it would be one thing, but she had been flaunting this ankle-length pink gown since she entered, trampling over Cecilia. What was once envy turned into ridicule.
What was supposed to be a class reunion turned into Fiona’s personal runway show, only for her to end up exposed!
...
Fiona’s face burned with embarrassment. She cast a disgusted glance at Chloe but held an even deeper grudge against Cecilia, the instigator. If it weren’t for her exposing the counterfeit dress issue, how could Fiona have been humiliated in front of her former classmates?
All because of Cecilia!
Fiona gritted her teeth but soon, tears welled in her eyes, making her look utterly pitiful.
"I... I really didn’t know there was so much to this dress. Could it be because this piece was custom-made for me by Master Eric, making it different from others?"
Fiona’s delicate appearance invoked some sympathy from a few guys, compelling them to speak up for her.
"Yeah... could it be that this one is a special order?"
Cecilia cast her a lazy glance, the sarcasm in her expression could not be more evident.
"I mean, Fiona, why don’t you go verify it if you have the time? Even the king of Brelland couldn’t get Master Eric to waive his usual practices for his queen. Why do you think you can be an exception?"
"Oh, by the way, I’ve seen the authentic version of this dress, which Jude Grant of Grant Properties gave to his girlfriend. You can check if you don’t believe me."
Grant Properties?
Being a nationally renowned company among the top 100 enterprises, many present had heard of it, and with Cecilia’s clear and logical statement, they leaned towards believing her.
Fiona was left speechless.
She clenched her teeth, tasting the unpleasant metallic tang as she tried to calm herself.
"But... sister, I really didn’t mean to wear a knockoff. A fan gave this to me to celebrate being cast as the lead in Director Chapman’s new movie... I didn’t know they would set me up like this... I just trusted my fan too much, sob sob..."
Fiona pleaded her case while tears flowed, her vulnerability always a source of endearment to both genders.
Many couldn’t help but feel sorry for her again. After all, it wasn’t as if Fiona wanted to wear a counterfeit dress.
Chloe, sensing a key detail, finally had the confidence to confront Cecilia.
"Hmph, our Fiona is completely innocent. She’s the lead in Director Chapman’s new film. Unlike some people who dwell on trivial matters, their career is a complete failure, only able to drive a junk car and wear ragged clothes."
The lead in Chapman’s movie?
Could it be the adaptation of her comic ’There are branches on the mountain’?
Where did Fiona get her confidence?
With that thought, Cecilia’s smile grew even more peculiar.
Chloe felt uneasy seeing her smile like that.
"Why are you smiling?"
Cecilia nonchalantly raised an eyebrow.
"I’m laughing at some people who are so protective of their friends, yet don’t realize they are standing next to Fiona, looking like a phoenix beside a chicken..."
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone turned their gaze to Fiona and Chloe—
