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    Marissa’s exnation struck a chord, leading the spectators to doubt the authenticity of Melinda’s dress. “The rabbit on Melinda’s dress doesn’t seem right. Meanwhile, Tiffany’s attire is impable and exudes elegance.”


    “Could we have been wrong earlier? Is Melinda’s dress a replica?”


    Melinda, unable to tolerate the turn of events and clenching her fists, confronted Tiffany. “Tiffany, you’re trying to defame me with just these two minor details? You don’t have any real proof, do you?”


    Marissa maintained herposure and replied slowly, “There’s yet another w.” She gestured toward Melinda’s cor. “A dress worth thirty million dors should exemplify wless craftsmanship. So why is there a loose thread visible? If Sara’s standards were thisx, she wouldn’t be the favorite of affluent women globally.”


    Melinda, perplexed, looked down but couldn’t find any thread. “What are you talking about? Where’s this thread you mention?”


    “Right here,” Marissa pointed more clearly


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    The onlookers leaned in, squinting, and sure enough, they detected a minuscule thread end. Melinda scoffed dismissively. “You call this a w?”


    Marissa responded with gravity, “As I’ve stated, Sara demands perfection in her creations. She would find even a small imperfection intolerable. A loose thread on your dress represents a significantpse to her.”


    Flustered and irked, Melinda countered, “Your dress isn’t without faults either, I’m sure.” She then began to scrutinize Marissa’s dress while the crowd gathered around, curious about the findings


    After a meticulous check, no ws were found; the dress was indeed without a blemish. The audience, now persuaded, deemed Melinda’s dress a counterfeit


    Melinda had initially sought to discredit Marissa but found herself the target of ridicule instead. She was unwilling to admit defeat. Hesitating but maintaining her stance, she said, “Even if my dress has a few minor ws, what of it? Perfection is unattainable. Not even a dress can be wholly wless. Sara’s designs are valued for their fabric, not just their perfection.”


    At this, Marissa smiled, lifted the hem of her dress, and began to address the crowd, ready to unveil more insights. “Sara was inspired by the unique qualities of this fabric when designing the dress. This fabric is known as taffeta. Taffeta is a luxurious silk fabric, crafted from mature silk fibers refined to their highest quality before being woven into a smooth texture. The specific taffeta used by Sara was sourced from an extraordinary event. It’s renowned as the finest taffeta avable, unparalleled and singr in its quality. In her dedication to perfection, Sara spent considerable time sketching the initial drafts. Eventually, she created this exceptional dress, where the unmatched taffeta meets her visionary design, which is why it’s valued at thirty million dors.”


    Marissa allowed a slight smile to y on her lips. “Thus, to verify whether a dress is the true Purple Angel, you simply need to assess if its fabric is the finest taffeta. This is the most definitive criterion.”


    This revtion caused a stir among the crowd, who shifted their attention between Melinda and Marissa


    “I’ve heard Sara acquired the finest taffeta, but I’ve never actually seen what it looks like. How can we determine which dress is genuine and which is a counterfeit?”


    “Indeed! How can we tell?”


    Connor, who had been observing the spectacle from the sidelines, decided to join in at this time. He set down his wine ss and made his way through the crowd


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