Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

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Brock took a deep breath and, without realizing it, swallowed haril.

David explained, "I've only seen a design like this at an international competition many years ago. This sketch seems black, but when it's exposed to light, it turns white" Hearing that, everyone exchanged glances, wondering how this could be possible.

David placed the sketch under the spotlight at the center of the age. After a few minutes, what had been a black dress just moments ago instantly turned white.

One of the onlookers gasped, "Whoa! How did they pull that of

"It really changed color! Is this even possible?" another added.

Yet another chimed in. "Let me see! Let me see!"

At that moment, most of the crowd had their attention fixed on the seemingly ordinary sketch, and no one noticed the fine beads of sweat forming on Brock's forehead. David asked, "Can you tell me how you achieved this?"

Everyone turned to look at Brock with curious eyes. Seeing that he didn't respond, someone couldn't help but call out to him. Mr. Decker...

Brock stammered. "Th-this is actually very simple. It's the result of the reflective effect caused by the play of light and shadow, so-

Ophelia, who had remained silent up until now, let out a sneer. That's not the result of light refraction. It's a special pigment called photochromic powder, which turns white in sunlight and strong light, but turns black in darkness." "You're talking nonsense!" Cameron scolded.

David interjected, "Let her speak!"

Ophelia continued, "The totem of the red spider lily on this sketch is black and silver. Once it turns white, the pattern gradually turns dark red!"

David examined the sketch, and sure enough, just as she had said, the red spider lily was slowly turning red, winding across the pure white surface with a striking, eerie visual impact.

One of the onlookers exclaimed, "Wow! It's true!"

Another asked, "Wait... Isn't this Mr. Decker's design? How does she know all this?"

Another muttered, "Could it be..."

Someone then exclaimed, "No way! Are you saying Mr. Decker plagiarized her work?"

Brock's expression

rkened as he strode forward and snatched the design sketch. "Stop trying to play games with me. You think I don't know my own work? Where did you see or hear about my concept? You're just saying it before I could, trying to make it look like 1-copied you. Look here. My signature BC is on this. That's my name!"

The crowd snapped out of their confusion, realizing that the design sketch did belong to Brock. They thought. "That's true. Ophelia just said it first. It doesn't really prove anything

David rubbed his chin, studying Ophelia closely. She then curled her lips into a sly smile. "Are you sure it's BC?"

"What's there to doubt Brock retorted confidently.

Ophelia responded, "That's not BC. It's OS, a color-changing signature. Do you dare show it to everyone right now! Let them see if the signature is still RCT"

Her tone was light, but every word hit Brock hard. His grip tighed on the sketch.

Ophelia added, "If you still think this proves nothing, then let our two models stand under the lights. Let's see if the outfit changes color. Mr. Decker, you wouldn't have drawn one thing and made something completely different, would you?"

By this point, Sharon had already walked into the spotlight on the stage. Emily scoffed and strutted over, her head held high. thinking. Td like to see what other tricks Ophella has up her slee

In comparison, Emily's presence immediately diminished. Earlier, she gave off the vibe of a commanding general's wife, but now, standing next to Sharon, she looked more like someone on the sidelines, like a side chick or a mere afterthought. Even though they were the same height and wore similar makeup, Sharon's elegance completely outshone Emily's

Under the spotlight, Sharon's dress shimmered, gradually turning into a pure, radiant white. The silver-white spider lily patterns began to morph into a striking red against the now-while fabric. Meanwhile, Emily's dress showed no change at all. making her outfit seem dull and lifeless in comparison. After witnessing this, the crowd fell completely silent, now sure that Brock had copied the design.

Sharon spoke. "This dress captures a breathtaking moment frozen in time, with its shifting emotions subtly fading amidst the chaos of the world. It holds onto the memory of sunlight, but without any trace of time. That's the essence of my designer's philosophy." David, who had been rubbing his chin in thought, suddenly snapped his fingers, pointing at Ophelia. "Wow! Now I remember you. You're the winner from the Global Couture Design Competition, the one from Heloria!"

Some in the crowd hadn't heard of the competition, so Enzo, a professor from the design department at Dellanex University, explained, "The Global Couture Design Competition is held every three years and is an internationally recognized event. Just being invited is a huge deal-let alone winning. It's rare for Heloria to even have a handful of participants each year"

In short, winning first place in that competition was a legendary achievement, a moment of national pride, and brought international recognition.

Enzo pondered for a moment before saying. "It seems like the person who won the Global Couture Design Competition three years ago was indeed from Heloria. Her entry was even bought by Yoskela's royal family at a high price, and I believe she also started a brand called... Oh, I remember now-La Reverie.

Everyone was momentarily speechless, eyes widening in surprise. "What? Is that for real?" someone in the crowd finally blurted out.

"It's impossible! Absolutely impossible! You foreigners must have gotten it wrong!" Emily was the first to question.

She thought, I don't get all of this, but how the hell could Ophelia have done all that? What kind of joke is this? She's just some nobody from the slums! How could she have won an international award and even be the founder of La Reverie? That's ridiculous! I'd never believe it, not in a million years!

David, clearly displeased by the doubt, responded, "Miss, there's no way I'm mistaken! You can verify it easily with a quick search online. Back then, we were rivals, and I personally lost to her. How could I forget? That's the only time in my life I've ever lost, and I accepted it fully!"

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ophelia. Ophelia smiled calmly, and for a moment, the two exchanged a look from

across the room.

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David sighed, thinking that she was still the same as before-untamed, carefree, and almost otherworldly.

Cameron's expression shifted slightly, too. There was no way Dayd would lie to cover for a young girl in a setting like this. Even if he were lying, it wouldn't be a lie that could be so easily debunked. What he said had to be the truth. Then there was Brock, who had been standing there in stunned illence Cold

sweat trickled down his forehead as realization dawned on him. He clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head, shaking it repeatedly. "How can this be? I was at that competition too. How come I didn't see her?"

David shrugged helplessly. "If I remember correctly, you didn't even make it into the top fifty, did you?" His words couldn't have been a bigger slap in the face.

"So, you all are accusing Miss Spencer of plagiarizing Mr. Deckers designs? Can you tell me why she would even need to? Isn't the truth obvious?" David spread his arms, gesturing toward the two models.

By now, everyone had started to put the pieces together, and one of them exclaimed, "I found it! There's only a photo of her from the side, but I can confirm-it's exactly Ophelia on the stage!"