Zola was a little annoyed and unhappy.
But when Zola thought that Stella would be embarrassed later, she felt happy again. She sneered, “Stella, the designers present here have countless excellent works. You are just a PR officer. How dare you take part in the competition?”
Stella was used to her sarcasm and didn’t have any emotional fluctuations.
Zola’s presence prompted Stella’s usual calm indifference.
“Since I’m on the shortlist, why shouldn’t I be here?”
Zola bristled with irritation at Stella’s unperturbed demeanor.
Just as she was about to retort, her gaze shifted to Flossie, who stood beside Stella.
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Within the realm of modeling, Flossie had long carried a tarnished reputation, rendering her an undesirable choice.
Zola’s confidence surged once more.
A smug smile graced her lips.
“Stella, you should stick to your own lane. Why enter a competition? Look. There are so many models for you to choose, but you choose a model with poor reputation. Your taste is really bad.”
Stella, unfazed by Zola’s harsh words, maintained her poised exterior.
“Who can predict the outcome until the very end? Even with the finest model, it’s the designer’s talent that truly matters.”
“Are you mocking me?” Zola retorted, her anger escalating.
Stella’s raised eyebrow spoke volumes. She was, after all, directing her words at whoever chose to respond.
Zola’s ire was palpable, and she struggled to contain herself.
She took a deep breath, endeavoring to regain her composure.
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Her gaze locked onto Stella, and she commented, “Is your evening gown also wine red tonight?”
Stella refrained from responding.
Zola’s grin grew wider.
She stepped closer, her words a low, whispered taunt.
“Tonight, there’s more than one wine red evening gown. Do you have confidence in your creation?”
With that lingering question, Zola departed, her smile masking any trace of her previous irritation.
Stella watched her retreating form, her mind racing as she mulled over Zola’s words.