Chapter 88

Megan narrowed her dewy eyes, locking onto the big screen. And there it was—the dresses on her model and Amelia' were basically twins. Cut, fabric, even the sheen—it was a one-to-one match. The crowd broke into whispers and murmurs instantly. Just then, a staff member knocked on the door, asking Megan to head out and address the situation. Mia, hot-tempered as ever, was about to storm up there first, but Megan stopped her with a calm hand. "You wait down here," she said softly. Megan stepped onto the runway at an unhurried pace, the hem of her starlight gown swaying gently with a pearly shimmer under the lights. Even the skeptics watching from below had to admit it—this woman was stunning, flawless like a polished jewel. She came to a halt beside three featured models. Just two meters away, Amelia stood next to her own model, expression unreadable. The three judges—Jeffery Grant, Elena Glancy, and Sean Greene—shared uncertain glances. The whole hall had gone silent. Suddenly, the mic l