"Ah!"


    Ynda cried out, scrambling to wipe away the dark liquid. But the trench coat was pristine white, and the beige foundation spread quickly, staining arge patch right across the chest. It was impossible to hide and impossible to remove.


    Her n had been to show off in front of Juniper and then leave after buying a small, inexpensive essory. She never imagined something like this would happen. This was a bespoke piece, worth a fortune.


    Her parents were still furious with her over the dance fiasco and the botched business deal with Elvira Sutton; there was no way they would pay for this.


    And Jerrold? He wouldn''t fork over that kind of money for her.


    What was she going to do?


    Ynda nced at Jerrold, only to find himpletely oblivious to her predicament. His eyes were glued to Juniper.


    That tramp! Even after being cast out of the Sherwin family, she was still trying to seduce Jerrold. An unwanted orphan had no ce in the Lonsdale family, and Ynda would make sure she never got in.


    But first, she had to deal with the immediate crisis. She sat frozen, clutching the stained fabric, her mind racing. Maybe... maybe she could slip the coat off and just leave, pretending nothing happened? Her back was to the security camera, and the angle was poor. She could deny everything.


    But in her frantic attempt to clean the mess, she had identally knocked her phone. The camera, once focused solely on Juniper, was now pointing directly at her, capturing her panicked expression and, more damningly, the massive stain on her chest in perfect rity.


    [OMG, is that Ynda Sherwin?]


    [It is! I thought I heard her voice earlier!]


    [Look at that coat she''s wearing. I think that''s the new couture piece. Wait... what''s


    that weird spot on the chest? Is that part of the design?]


    [No, it''s not the design. I just saw her spill foundation all over it!]


    [Whoa! A stain that big will nevere out. She''s going to have to pay for it!]


    [Wait, you guys are missing the point. Am I the only one who sees Jennie practically bowing to Master Lunar?]


    Thatment shifted everyone''s


    yel


    attention. The livestream now showed Jennie, the famous designer, following Juniper with humble, almost subservient posture.


    "This piece she''s wearing..." Juniper said, her tone cool as she gestured toward a mannequin, "Do you really think a hemine like that is ttering?"


    Jennie bit her lip, avoiding her mentor''s gaze. "It''s awful," she mumbled.


    "And this color..." Juniper pointed to a brown blouse with a look of pure disgust.


    “Let''s just say my grandmother would turn her nose up at this.”


    Jennie''s face paled. She hung her head, unable to argue. "You''re right."


    The color was rather dated. Why hadn''t she seen these ws during the design process? It really took her mentor''s sharp eye to see the truth.


    The manager and the other staff members stared, their jaws on the floor. What in the world was happening? Their boss was


    notoriously proud of her work


    hated criticism To have senteone point out ws so bluntly was like p in the face. Yet, not only was she taking it, she seemed to be agreeing with every word.