Marina was convinced Lily had set her up. Her eyes burned with anger, and her face twisted in disbelief. She had strutted onto the stage with confidence, expecting to be applauded as the exclusive spokesperson for Aurora’s highly anticipated new line, only for reality to slap her in front of everyone. Instead, she was tied to a second-rate designer’s work. And now, her dream moment had turned into humiliation—all in front of live cameras.
“This isn’t possible! There must be a mistake!” Marina screeched.
The host, caught in the middle of the chaos, tried to smile through the mess. “Miss Laurent, please calm down. Everything has been confirmed with the organizers. The announcement is correct.”
“Correct?” Marina’s voice cracked. “You’re telling me I, Marina Laurent, am not Aurora’s
