Arabella Vanderbilt paused deliberately, her face slowly forming an icy and wicked smile. She held Juliana Vanderbilt's gaze with an unyielding intensity as her cool voice rose measuredly—
"Are you…sure you want to pick a fight over this?"
Juliana's heart skipped a beat, her eyes darting about in panic as she tried to look away. However, Arabella's gaze seemed like an irresistible maelstrom, and no matter how much Juliana struggled, she couldn't break free.
In the end, it was Arabella who looked away first. It felt to Juliana as if an acupoint had been released, her tense gaze relaxing, and she was visibly shaken.
"I… I was just curious, since they are all creations from the competition…"
"That's enough!"
A fluent and angry French outburst followed, and then there was a loud slap on the table as Elaine abruptly stood up from the judges' panel.