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Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! novel Chapter 102

VICTORIA'S POV...

As we were watching the people praising my work, we heard a throat clearing,

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the modern jewellery exhibition of Adornet Art Gallery..." The host gained our attention.

The host continued with a grin on his face.

"This exhibition is held by the famous Perficient Global and designers from various backgrounds and cities, participated in the exhibition."

"As you can see, the designs have been placed along with the drafts. And I must say, the designs and the designers are incredibly talented."

"It's not it only. Some designs are already getting praise from our viewers and customers. Today, this jewellery will also be presented before the audience through our selected top-class models."

I gasped a little silently. I didn't know about this ramp show though. Alessandro was surprised a little too. But, he seemed excited.

I looked up at him and he smiled. "Your design will be more praised when a model will wear it!"

I smiled and nodded. His excitement transferred to me too.

We heard, the host continuing his speech,

"Now, we would like to invite our designers backstage to help the models to wear their pieces of jewellery."

I inhaled a sharp breath hearing him, feeling Alessandro's assured hands on my back. He kissed my temple before walking me backstage.

I heard gasps when I entered the backstage. People are amazed to see us and surprised even. Especially, me. The heiress of E Shine in the exhibition held by P. G.

However, I am used to such things and ignored them professionally before waving at my husband, who left reluctantly.

Alessandro wanted to stay with me. But, there are some rules and we list to follow them. He wanted to make it special, but I stopped him. I don't like any specific treatment because of him as we all are participants and are equal.

After he left, I went to the third line, where my jewellery box was placed with a model. Before every stand, there is a designer's name or the company, if the designer is presenting their company.

When I went to my stand, my model was already there, watching the jewellery.

"Hi, this is Victoria Edwards," I said to her.

She seemed startled a bit but immediately hide the expression with a professional smile. "Hi, nice meeting you. This is Carol Davies." She stretched her hand to me and I immediately shake it before letting it go.

She turned to my pendant once again and then smiled. "Your pendant is beautiful." She praised it.

"Thank you," I replied and started selecting the chain for the pendant from the counter.

There are lots of chains and I chose a simple silver chain which will complement my pendant and not overshadow the design.

As I bend a little to hook the chain, I noticed a red mole on her neck. It's tiny but something I could use to recognise her.

Just hope to God that, Meril doesn't have the same mole on her neck.

After we all are ready, it's time for models to walk on the stage, presenting the pieces of jewellery.

The models went to the other room to get their makeovers and clothes, complimenting the jewellery. Soon, the ramp walk started.

The big screen turned on backstage, and I watched with other designers. I also could see Sage and Aless from inside as I heard some excited but low tones of female employees in Adornet toward Aless.

However, I ignored it and watched the ramp walk. My model and her twin sister also walked. I felt so good when people praised and adored my design.

Soon, the walk was over and it was time for us to go out with our designs.

One by one, designers were called and it was only me and Meril's designer waited. Our turn came at the end.

First, it was Meril's designer. He smiled and wished me a stroke of good luck before walking out. And finally, my name is called.

As I walked out, my model came beside me. The moment, my eyes fell on her, my nightmare became the truth.

My fear was not baseless. The one who stood beside me is not Carol, but Meril Devies...

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