Evelyn Curtis was now at a dead end; she couldn't stop Charlotte Thompson from wearing an identical outfit.
If she tried to forcibly intervene and caused a scene, the crowd around them might leak the information, and her attempts to bully the weak might backfire and cause her more harm.
"Fine, since you insist, it doesn't count as wearing the same outfit; suit yourself," said Evelyn, suppressing her anger.
She stormed off, feeling incredibly bitter inside.
She sat in her dressing room, feeling as if a flame was burning in her chest, knitting her brows in anguish.
"Evelyn, you should touch up your makeup, the competition is about to start."
Seeing her like this, Lucy cautiously suggested it.
Evelyn closed her eyes, allowed the makeup artist to touch up her makeup, but clenching her fists tightly.
Once her makeup was done, a realization struck her when she opened her eyes.