The Spare Wife

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

frosty look and declared loudly, “There’s nothing to see. It’s not

around and blinked

team, so Luna took a deep breath

in, then.”

capturing anything inappropriate and skip over crucial design details. Joan and the livestreaming team entered. They

on the runway,” Joan exclaimed, looking at the dress on the workstation and putting on a

needed.

the dress, but the camera

at this point, 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

good question, so they continued with the live

theme about. romance, but I see it as a whisper between

the camera, saying, “I’m sure you’re eager to see the progress the changes, but

of

team and Joan left. Abigail looked at Luna and tried to say something. Still, Abigail assured Luna, “It’s probably the

a bit too nervous,”

back to work. The sewing machine hummed, and silence settled in, though Luna

in the evening, Abigail held the dress

this back to my room and

this. What’s the hurry?” Luna empathized, knowing Abigail