Chapter 397: Triplet’s Mighty Mom Chapter 397

Chapter 397 Stolen Design

While her heart raced in her chest, Zoe glared at Camila, who was slowly approaching. I must never

let others realize that this is actually Camila’s design. Previously, when I left her studio, she had said

some unpleasant things and I took everything that she said to heart. However, I felt too

embarrassed to look for Camila again, so I went to another fashion studio and described her design,

where they followed my instructions and demands to complete this gown. I have to say that I was

satisfied when I saw the completed gown at that time. However, now that I'm staring at Camila’s

completed design, I realize the vast difference between my imitation gown and her original design!

What should I do now? I never expected to run into her here! I could easily pretend not to hear

what others have said behind my back, but I'm sure that Camila would mock me if she sees me. I've

scolded her badly in the past, but in the end, I'm using her design anyway. Does this count as

humiliating myself? Just then, a few of Zoe's friends from the crew approached her. “Zoe, why is

your gown the same as Camila’s? Did you have it tailored at Camila Brooklyn Studio?”

“That's right! Doesn’t the Camila Brooklyn Studio claim that their dresses are one of a kind? Why

would there be two similar dresses?”

“If you had your dress tailored at her studio, you should go ahead and question her on whether she

is trying to embarrass you.” Zoe forced herself to remain calm while innocently looking at Camila.

“I'm not sure, but I definitely did not have my gown made at her studio. Nevertheless, I have

dropped by her studio in the past and told her what I wanted for my attire. In the end, she made it

sound as if it was worthless. She claimed that I should play to my strengths while hiding my

shortcomings before saying that I don't have a flattering chest. Anyway, she commented a lot, so I

became so angry that I went to another studio. Maybe she utilized some of my ideas while making

some modifications to them before it ended up as her current gown,” Everybody looked shocked

when they heard that before giving Camila looks of contempt. “I see. In that case, isn't Camila

committing plagiarism?”. “That's right! Zoe, you can't let her bully you! She now has the spotlight on

her and is clearly trying to embarrass you!” “How could she do that as a fashion designer? How is

she different from a thief when she steals your idea for her own use just because she thinks it's a

good one while criticizing you?” Zoe knew the truth. However, she had no choice but to pretend

that she was

aggrieved. “There's nothing I can do about it since I don’t have any proof. I'll just admit that I have

bad luck.”

Those women exchanged glances before someone blurted out, “At the very least, you still have to

approach her and ask about it! Otherwise, you'd be the one humiliated under the current

circumstances.” “That's right! She has also stolen your limelight. Besides, someone even claimed

earlier that you...”

The woman hesitated and she bit her tongue just in time.

Zoe asked, "What is it?” The woman went closer to her while whispering, “The crowd is saying that

you look like a crude imitation!” Zoe frowned deeply when she heard that. It looks like I have to

make the first move. If Camila claims that I stole her design, I'd be utterly humiliated. In fact, these

so-called “friends’ would most probably drown me in their scathing remarks. Once she thought of

that, she took out her phone to make a phone call... At that moment, Camila was oblivious that she

was the subject of the crowd's discussion. It wasn't often that the reporters were able to meet a

pretty woman in the flesh, so the cameras continuously flashed. They knew clearly that she was not

part of the main act yet they still went crazy for her. It wasn't about anything else, but the mere fact

that she was stunning. Her red dress was clearly not as revealing as the other celebrities’ outfit, but

she was somehow inexplicably seductive. Everybody saw her faint smile while picking up the pen

from the tray to sign her name across the wall.