Lauretta’s pov
My eyes went wide. I had taken a very detailed look at our dresses and I could bet that anyone would mistake it for being original. If they were unrealistic, trust me, Mom and I wouldn’t be putting them on. She had to be a designer or a witch. But I bet you that it’s the latter!
“They are not, okay! And don’t you dare speak nasty about us?” I said in a very low tone, not wanting to make a scene especially since the hall was kind of quiet.
I hadn’t even achieved anything tonight and my mental health was a mess already.
“Ignore them, my love. We will come back to them later.” Mom assured me.
“We need to find a way to expose her. This is not fair. Everyone is staring at her with so much admiration. They need to know who she truly is.”
“I can let go of everything but not
