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Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 176
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Chapter 176: Sansa's voice was so sharp it jolted everyone into attention. Up until then, Marissa had everyone spellbound with her stunning appearance. Nobody had noticed that she was wearing the sdress as Melinda. Sansa's outburst redirected everyone's focus, sparking a flurry of whispers "That's true, Tiffany and Melinda are wearing identical dresses." Melinda had shown off her dress online two days ago. Sara, the top designer for the Sarth Group, had crafted it. Sara's designs were known for their exclusivity, making it clear that one of these dresses was a fake "This is going to be embarrassing. One is the hostess of the Daniels family, and the other is their new member. Wearing a fake would be a disgrace for either." "Melinda must be wearing the original. The Warrens are wealthy, and Aelfric adores his sister. He wouldn't let her wear a counterfeit." Explore fantastic tales on galηovs;"I heard Derek's parents picked out the dress for her." "Even so, Derek's recent fand fortune from his online ventures mean he wouldn't settle for a fake for Tiffany either." Thus, everyone cast scornful glances at Marissa, assuming she wore the imitation. People remembered how she had snared Connor with her schemes. Although Connor had defended her on several occasions, sspeculated it was merely to appease his grandmother. Connor was now lurking in a corner, seemingly amused by the unfolding , which led them to suspect he harbored little affection for his wife. They doubted he would have splurged thirty million dollars on a dress for Marissa. He wasn't the type to spend frivolously, and Tiffany lacked the means. Consequently, the consensus was that Marissa's dress was a replica As the tide of opinion turned, Ayla sneered, "You tried to uphold your dignity as the hostess of the Daniels family with a fake, yet Melinda ended up in the soutfit. No wonder you threw on a shirt to cover it up. You wanted to hide it. Hahaha..." The crowd nodded and murmured in agreement "Tiffany really didn't think this through. Even if she wanted to preserve her dignity, she should have chosen something within her budget instead of parading around in a knockoff of a renowned designer's creation. It's utterly laughable!" "She lacks sophistication. Perhaps she doesn't understand that only the very wealthy or those from royal lineages wear Sara's creations, and only to the most exclusive events. It's clear she's out of her depth." "If her dress is a fake, her necklace must be as well. Yet, the copies are so well made they're indistinguishable from the real things." Listening in, Melinda couldn't hide her satisfaction. She taunted, "Tiffany, trying to outshinewith a knockoff is futile. You didn't need to stoop so low." If it had been any other woman, she might have crumbled under such mockery and criticism. However, Marissa remained composed. When Melinda confronted her, Marissa replied dismissively, “You are the one wearing a knockoff." "A knockoff, me?" Melinda laughed incredulously. "Do you really think so little of the Warren family's wealth, or that of my fiancé's family? I will never wear a counterfeit luxury item, especially not at my own engagement party." "I agree," Ayla chimed in, her voice ringing clear. "Miss Warren was born into nobility. It's unthinkable that she would wear a counterfeit."

Turning her scorn towards Marissa, she added, "But Tiffany, you've been naive since childhood you are m wearing a counterfeit that happens to be the sas the bride-to-be's. Yet, you refuse to admit your mistake and instead slander her?"

Chloe joined in, her tone dripping with feigned sympathy. "Tiffany, I believe it wasn't intentional But today is N Melinda's engagement ceremony. Perhaps you should consider changing your outfit."

Marissa looked at Ayla and Chloe as if they were mere jesters. V jesters. With am steely gaze, she turned back to Melinda to deliver her response