"It's no wonder he's Master Cloud. The gown he custom-designed for that young lady suits her perfectly! So cool and fierce, yet so bright and captivating. She's like... a queen!"
Hailey mentally scoffed, dismissing the idea entirely.
What extraordinary status?
She was just a lowlife from the slums.
A custom YB piece!
YB... was a top-tier global brand, a luxury label that countless socialites and wealthy women begged for but couldn't always get!
Let alone a custom piece from the legendary, master-level designer, Master Cloud! How could Serena possibly be worthy of wearing a custom design by Master Cloud? Hailey's eyes darted around. She quickly pulled her phone out of her purse and opened the image search function on the YB official website.
As a world-class luxury brand, YB had always been strict in cracking down on plagiarism. They had specifically developed an image recognition feature and a reporting channel. Anyone found deliberately copying YB designs could be reported. A successful report not only came with a million-dollar cash reward but also first pick of the next season's new collection.
Even though Hailey couldn't afford YB clothing, she knew a thing or two about such a top brand.
She furtively aimed the image search at Serena's gown and scanned it.
But... no results found!
No matter the angle or position she tried, there was no information about this gown.
A wave of ecstatic joy washed over Hailey.
She gripped her phone tightly, watching as Serena acted as if she were about to enter.
She let out a cold smirk, then
adjusted her expression and walked quickly toward Serena, saying in a worried tone, "Serena, they're all
saying the gown you're we
is
a YB design? But why can't I find this style on the YB website? It couldn be... that you had some small workshop make a counterfeit, could it?"
She bit her lip at the last sentence, her face a mask of anxious uncertainty.
However, she had deliberately raised her voice.
Her words were loud and clear enough for the few socialites who had approached Serena to hear everything.
While some were amazed by Serena, others were just as jealous as Hailey.
After all, no one had seen this new face before, yet she had captured everyone's attention the moment she appeared. It was bound to rub some people the wrong way.
Now that someone had stepped forward to challenge her, they were more than happy to watch Serena be humiliated.
One socialite chimed in, "That's right, I remember YB's haute couture and classic collections for this year quite clearly, and this dress definitely wasn't among them..."
The socialite's gaze fell on the ruby cutout at Serena's waist. "But the logo on the dress is indeed Cloud's exclusive mark... For this young lady to wear something like this to the Blackwood family's estate for Miss Blackwood's coming-of-age party, that's certainly... brave of her."
With someone backing her up, Marianne couldn't help but laugh out loud, adding venomously, "Serena, if you can't afford the real thing, then don't wear it! Coming here in a fake and making a fool of yourself aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock? Just as expected of a lowlife from the slums. Your dress is just as classless as you are!"
Serena's steps faltered slightly.
She frowned, a flicker of annoyance and impatience crossing her features as she
lifted her eyes and swept a cool glance over them—