Marianna,
Darla's outburst left everyone, including Seraphina and Xavier, momentarily stunned into silence. The crowd began to whisper among themselves as Darla shook with uncontrollable rage, her face flushed red and her hands clenched tightly at her sides.
"Alpha! You must say something. She is trying to question my own masterpiece."
Xavier turned his cold yet righteous gaze toward me. "What are you trying to imply? My Luna. Everyone knows that The Midnight Whispers is Designer Darla's design."
I smirked and stepped away from him slightly before explaining, "First thing, Designer Darla accused me of copying her clothes without even noticing whether I was wearing the real one or not. A true designer can recognize their own design without any problems."
Darla's face turned deathly pal
