“I don’t know either. It’s weird. You’d think the fake would be the one freaking out right now.”
“Did you notice that the impostor’s dress actually looks better? Honestly, the one on Ms. Ballard doesn’t seem as well made.”
“No way. They look pretty much the same to me.”
While everyone whispered and speculated, Bradley leaned over, carefully lifting the hem of Madeline’s gown. He examined it closely, then straightened up, his face completely unreadable.
“Alright. There’s no need to keep looking.”
Seeing Bradley’s serious expression, Claire arched an eyebrow. She was sure Madeline’s dress was a fake. Why else would Bradley look so grim?
Claire gave a cold, smug smile. “Bradley, aren’t you going to check mine, too?”
Bradley shook her head. “That won’t be necessary.”
Guests murmured to each other. “Bradley must have figured out the impostor’s dress is fake. That’s why she didn’t even bother checking Ms. Ballard’s.”
“Exactly. You could tell just by looking at his face. The impostor’s dress is definitely a fake.”
“I knew it. That impostor is just asking for humiliation. Let’s see what she does now. This is going to be such a disaster for her.”
The crowd buzzed with anticipation, everyone waiting for Madeline to be embarrassed. Claire was right there with them, shooting Madeline a look full of gloating and mockery.
“Bradley, just announce the results already. Tell her to accept reality and take off that fake dress,” Claire said, practically glowing with satisfaction.
Bradley’s expression didn’t change. He faced the crowd, calm as ever. “I’ve finished the assessment. The gown this young lady is wearing is the real one. I designed it myself and had it custom made.”
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