Chapter 1108: Chapter 1108

Chapter 1108:

The crowd absorbed her words, their expressions contemplative. Many couldn’t help but glance at Abram’s white high heels, their minds slowly connecting the dots to the awkwardness of the situation.

“I’m actually quite relieved that Abram got this detail wrong,” Allison added, a faint smile playing on her lips. She gestured toward the wings on the high heels. “These 32 layers of feathers represent the classic 32 turns of the black swan. It was a personal touch. This was my little secret back then. Clearly, Abram doesn’t know about it.”

Abram’s forehead glistened with cold sweat as he listened to Allison’s words. Impossible…

Well, even if the detail was incorrect, it was his design now. He could reinterpret it however he wanted.

Seeing things taking a turn for the worse, Melany narrowed her eyes and probed, “But Allison… You still haven’t explained the circle of feathers. Surely, you’re not going to claim it was just a random design?”

Upon hearing this, Abram turned to Allison with a cold snort. “You can’t explain the circle of feathers either, can you? After all that talk, it’s just a well-spun tale.”

His tone dripped with condescension as he tried to frame Allison’s remarks as nothing more than fiction.

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Allison’s eyes appeared clear yet piercing, like cold amber glinting under a sharp light.

“The truth is, I added this circle of feathers later. When I first designed it, I didn’t fully understand the black swan.” Allison picked up the high heel and walked over to Abram. “Later, I came to learn that the black swan symbolizes deception and betrayal. It serves as a test of true love, a touchstone for the white swan’s purity and devotion. This circle of feathers doesn’t represent beauty. It symbolizes the thorny tangle of deception and betrayal. That’s also why these shoes were never meant to be worn. Back then, I didn’t want the black swan to dance in my life.”

Standing over Abram, she exuded an undeniable sense of authority that seemed to shrink him in comparison. Her tone was calm but firm, like a lecturer delivering an irrefutable truth. The others in the room, unable to resist her logic, nodded in agreement.

“I have to say, this is the complete design concept. A design that stands out and is impossible to forget.”

“If this is just a story, then Ms. Clarke’s explanation fits the shoe design better than anything Abram has said,” one audience member remarked.

“Regardless of how old Ms. Clarke was at the time, it’s clear she was already an extraordinary creator,” another chimed in.

Fabian, perceptive as ever, quickly picked up on the inconsistencies in Abram’s demeanor. On the other hand, Allison’s calm and measured presence suggested that she was anything but unprepared and that she was ready to defend her work.

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