Scarlett povHumiliation, mockery, anger, and resentment crashed down on me like a torrential rainstorm. Yet, in response to Vivian Carter's "thank you," I forced a smile that twisted my expression into something almost sinister. "Miss Miele, you're too kind. It was just a small effort, nothing to mention."Her voice was filled with sincerity. "The soul of a wedding dress lies in its embellishments. Without the expensive accessories you gifted me, how could I have won the judges' and audience's favor? So, Scarlett, you are truly my benefactor."I was nearly furious enough to spit blood. To me, her words felt like a taunt, mocking me for handing the championship to my rival on a silver platter.When she returned to the lounge holding her trophy, James Scott couldn’t stop exclaiming, "What the hell?!" "Dude, how did you pull that off?" "Man, I can't believe I missed such an incredible turnaround!"What hurt him even more was that he had foolishly pulled back his bets on Vivian before he
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