Chapter 10 Tiffany finally made her appearance in a white linen gown, simple and elegant, as though she came from a classic novel. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, a floral band rested on her head. The gown fluttered with every step she took, and it was the autumn leaves that danced mid-air in a picturesque scene of a fairytale. Her exquisite face stood out from the other dull and tasteless models, though she still carried a fey-like poise. Her appearance was the personification of heaven on earth as she emulated the beauty of a goddess from a painting.
The copy of the necklace was brought to life on her elegant neck.
The designer of the necklace, Aida, was awestruck by what she saw. âOH MY GOD! Thatâs it! Sheâs the one!â she beamed. âThis is exactly what I had in mind. Itâs her! Weâll sign her!â
âAmazing! Why is there such a pure and refined woman on earth? So honorable and spotless, like a blank white cloth!â
âDefinitely worthy of her immeasurable fame and reputation for being the best supermodel in the world. Her innate temperament isnât something ordinary people can compete with.â
âHmph!â
âSo pretentious,â Chris muttered.
âMhm.â Anthony passed him a chocolate bar, agreeing to the boyâs opinion.
Nial, on the other hand, looked at them in confusion.
Tiffany Jordan seemed nice. Why was she called âpretentiousâ? These two were hopeless!
Meanwhile, Tiffany enjoyed the words of adoration from the audience. A smile broke out on her face, and it was akin to sunshine in summer.
She knew it in her heart now; she would be the chosen one to make the final appearance.
As expected, when she walked to the panel, the host and designers called on her.
âModels who have yet to come out, donât bother coming. Tiffany Jordan, itâs you. Youâll be the ambassador of the necklace and will make the final appearance at tomorrowâs show!â
âI agree! It should be Tiffany. Weâre all convinced by her win!â Amelia spoke up as she happily agreed.
The other competitors nodded with conviction. They were out of Tiffanyâs league and they accepted it.
After all, it was Tiffany Jordan that they were losing to, the most famous supermodel in the world!
Tiffany humblyâas much as she could beâlowered her head. âEveryone is being too kind. Iâll have no other choice than to accept this offer. I wonât disappoint everyone.â Her soft voice was sweet like heaven on earth.
The producer confidently brought the contract up to her on the stage.
Tiffanyâs lips curled into a beautiful smile, and this time, the grin was sincere. She knew Charmine would not be able to do anything to her once she got this role. It was foolish of her to even think of competing with her. Why did she not look at herself in the mirror?
As Tiffany reached forward to accept the contract, a strange sound was heard.
Beep!
Suddenly, the big screen in the hall lit up. A photo then appeared on the screen.
It was the photo of Tiffany under the showerhead. Her body was covered, or uncovered, by a thin and almost transparent layer of bikini, as seducing as imagination could go. Above all, she had a fetching expression; red lips slightly parted, pink cheeks flushed, and her eyes charming like silk. To put it simply, she was rather tantalizing to the eye.
In an instant, the crowd was plunged into chaos.
âMy goodness... Is this the Tiffany Jordan? Sheâs much different from what she pretends to be!â
âShe has such a pure and innocent outlook. Who wouldâve thought she could be this coquettish!â
Tiffany was frozen in shock. This caught her off-guard entirely.
She had gone through many scenarios of the photo leaking online last night, but not in a million years would she have thought the photo would be exposed in an event such as today.
Veronica was the first to recover from the shock. âSomeone please turn it off!â she yelled.
It was foolish of her to think anyone would want to take down a private photo of Tiffany Jordan.
Everyone in the audience was either admiring with their eyes glued to the screen or taking photos for their âcollectionâ. The panel, on the other hand, were re-evaluating if Tiffany was still suitable to become their brand ambassador.
As noises of displeasure and mockery occupied the room, Tiffany finally regained her senses.
âTurn this off, please! Turn this off! This... This wasnât me!â
Not her? Why would she panic if this was not her? There were no true friends in the entertainment industry. Who would help her?
The photo was still blaring through the screen.
Finally, Tiffany could not take it anymore. She took a stool nearby and threw it right against the big screen.
Bam!
The screen finally went black. Broken.
The photo was gone at last, but...
The judging eyes remained. She was no longer the supermodel in the past; no longer the pure and charming Tiffany Jordan she pretended to be.
âItâs not me, I swear. Someone set me up! Someone did!â Tiffany shrieked, her face pale and anxious.
âMiss Jordan, weâre deeply sorry that such a thing happened. We hope you could go back and resolve this,â the manager spoke and delivered the ultimatum.
Just like that, her opportunities were taken away from her.