Chapter 130 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Mirabella didn’t want to play the part of the close sister with her, but to avoid making her parents uncomfortable, she saved the number, though she never called.

In no time at all, the call went through.

“Sis?”

A sweet voice came from the other end of the line. Serena’s address of “sis” threw Brooklyn for a loop.

What’s going on here?

Why was Serena calling this girl ‘sis‘?

Were they actually related?

“Do you know who I am?” Mirabella’s voice sounded a little annoyed.

“Aren’t you Mirabella?” Serena was a bit puzzled. She was at home, in front of her parents, playing the part of the good girl, “Sis, weren’t you supposed to be in a competition today? Anything you need my help with?”

Upon hearing that, Kenneth and Louisa both urged Serena to put Mirabella on speaker, to continue asking her if she had forgotten any necessary registration documents, her ID, or if there was any urgent matter. They wanted to help as much as they could.

Serena quickly put the call on speaker, hoping to look good in front of her parents.

“I’m asking you, who is Romeo engaged to?”

This sudden question took Serena by surprise. She didn’t understand why Mirabella would suddenly call her to ask this question.

What’s going on?

Kenneth and Louisa were also confused. Why would Mirabella bring this up right before her competition?

“Hm?”

Mirabella’s simple grunt brought Serena back to reality.

Even though she didn’t know what Mirabella’s real intention was, in front of her parents, Serena still put on a show of being gentle and charming..

“Of course, it’s you.”

“Beep beep beep.”

Mirabella hung up the call, then looked at Brooklyn, as if to say, “you don’t even know you’re being used!”

Brooklyn was completely stunned by Serena’s words.

Why would she call this girl “sis“?

Why would she say that Romeo was this girl’s fiancé?

What the heck was going on?

It was definitely Serena’s voice.

Back at Reflections Villa.

Serena was puzzled. She didn’t understand why Mirabella would suddenly hang up. When she tried to call back, no one answered.

“Serena, what’s going on? Mirabella didn’t sound too happy.”

“About you and Romeo.”

“Dad, Mom, don’t get it wrong, there’s nothing going on between us.” Serena was also clueless and quickly explained, “I don’t know why Sis suddenly got upset and asked me that. Don’t worry, I’ll text her later.”

“The competition is about to start, let’s not disturb her and let her focus.” Even though Louisa said this, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. She felt it necessary to wait for Bella to come back and ask her about it.

“Okay.” Serena temporarily suppressed her unease, wondering what the hell Mirabella was up to!

If she had known Mirabella was going to ask that, she wouldn’t have put the call on speaker!

Just then, the competition bell rang.

“Numbers one to twenty, get ready, you’re up next!”

Hearing the announcement, the people in Rest Area A waited nervously.

The male host in a suit walked onto the spacious stage.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, contestants, and judges, welcome to the annual Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest.”

“Over the past few years, this competition has produced many excellent designers. They have spread our culture to several countries through their designs.”

“Today, we’re lucky enough to have some big names in the industry. We have Flora, president of the Fashion Designers Association of Solterra, Sherry, editor–in–chief of a fashion magazine, Tess, president of the Women’s Wear Association, Maylin, president of Fashion Times, and Hans, CEO of Collins Corporation. Let’s give them a round of applause”

The audience broke into fervent applause.

“Also, among the two hundred spectators below, we have the cream of the crop in the industry. Famous designers, seasoned fashion scholars, fashion experts, fashion gurus, etc. They will be voting on site to ensure the fairness and impartiality of the competition.”

“Mirabella, I’m kind of nervous,” Molly said, looking at the stage from the back of the crowd, her body slightly trembling.

“You’re not scared when you’re live streaming in front of so many people, but now with only two hundred spectators, you’re nervous?” Mirabella said, while still engrossed in her mobile game.

“You’ve got some nerves.”

She even had the mood to play mobile games!

The designers around them looked pale with tension.

“What can we do? Does being nervous help?” Mirabella asked casually.

Molly shook her head..

“Since being nervous doesn’t help and only affects your performance, why not adjust your mindset and face it courageously?”

The designers around them seemed to have an epiphany upon hearing Mirabella’s words. It made sense.

She looked so young, but her thinking was so clear?

“Today, there are 120 designers participating in the competition. Now, I will announce the rules for the first round. Every 20 designers will form a group and compete together. In the end, only 30 designers and their assistants will advance to the second round.”

The news caused a stir in the crowd.

Even the contestants felt the pressure.

“Out of 120, only 30 can advance to the second round. That’s three–quarters eliminated at once!”

“That’s horrifying!”

“The competition hasn’t even started, and the atmosphere is already stifling.”

“I heard that some well–known grassroots designers are participating today. I wonder what kind of works they will bring.”

“I heard that the designer Molly, who does live streaming, is also participating.”

“Really? I love her. What’s her number?”

“I don’t know.”

With a radiant smile, the host announced, “Now, let’s welcome the first group of contestants with a warm round of applause.”

Sitting on the judges‘ seats, Hans, CEO of Collins Corporation, turned his gaze to the big screen emotionlessly.

The first group consisted of 20 designers, each with an assistant. He first scrutinized the faces of the designers. None of them looked like Mirabella.

“What number is Mirabella?” He asked quietly to the person beside him.

Maylin, the president of Fashion Times, was obviously clueless. “Mirabella? I’ve never heard of this name. Mr. Collins, do you know her? Let me check.”

He looked through all the information but couldn’t find the name Mirabella among the 120 designers.

“Let me see.” Hans took over the information and checked the list of designers first. Still no Mirabella. Could she be an assistant?

He checked again and noticed number 16.

He looked up to see a strikingly beautiful face on the stage.

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