Marianna,
"It's designer Darla. She is the one who designed the Moonlight Whispers."
The crowds started whispering as she walked toward me with her head held high, eyes full of smugness.
"This is not my design. My design was for Lady Seraphina. Where did you get that dress?" Her condescending tone made everyone turn their heads.
The music from the string quartet seemed to fade slightly as curious eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.
I scanned her with dark eyes. So they were all prepared to ambush me. A person's intelligence spoke from their actions, and hers reeked of petty calculation.
"Designer Darla." Seraphina's voice was cold. "Are you trying to say that anyone could make a cheap version of your dress?"
Darla visibly stiffened. She immediately lowered her head slightly before
