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

declared loudly, “There’s nothing

turned around and blinked at

team, so Luna took a deep

in, then.”

would avoid capturing anything inappropriate and skip over crucial design details. Joan and the livestreaming team entered. They asked Luna about her

exclaimed, looking at the dress on the workstation and putting on a delighted expression for the

needed.

about the dress, but the camera focused on Luna. Only a corner

curious about how you interpret Sweet Whispers, Luna. This

it was a good question,

about. romance, but I see it as a whisper

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

of

and no one could criticize that. The livestreaming team and Joan left. Abigail looked at Luna and tried to say something. Still, Abigail assured

too

machine hummed, and silence settled

evening, Abigail held the dress and told Luna, “There are still

take this back to my room and work on

this. What’s