Chapter 108
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Chapter 108
Rosie looked at Zoe with a smug grin, not forgetting to join in with the crowd that had gathered to watch the drama, egging them on with her own jeers.
Rosie sneered, “You just barged in suddenly, claiming my work is yours and slandering me. My reputation is already ruined because of your accusations.
“Now that I’m giving you a chance to explain yourself, why are you suddenly silent? What’s wrong? Are you scared?”
“Of course not,” Zoe shot back, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned pale. She glared at Rosie, nearly grinding her teeth in anger. “Everything you just said is clearly my design—”
“What, are you seriously about to claim I just happened to say everything you wanted to say first?” Rosie shot her a look of exaggerated shock, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Miss Kensington, crashing the party without an invitation is rude enough, and now you’re standing here spouting nonsense. Do you really take everyone here for fools?” Rosie sneered.
Rosie’s smile grew even brighter, but in the very next moment, Zoe’s expression turned serious.
“Miss Sinclair, I think you need to understand one thing,” Zoe said, her voice steady. “The parts of a design that are obvious on the surface are honestly not even worth mentioning or interpreting.”
“It’s the deeper emotions hidden within these works that are the true monologue of a designer’s heart,” she continued, her gaze unwavering.
Zoe set the brooch down and turned around, her eyes meeting Raina’s.
Looking at the gentle, almost motherly warmth on Raina’s face, Zoe clenched her fists, her gaze growing even more determined.
“Miss Sinclair, what you just explained really only scratches the surface of this design,” Zoe said, her voice calm but firm. “Sure, this brooch stands for the eternity of time.
“But have you ever thought about why that sense of eternity is there in the first place? Do you truly understand what it means?”
Zoe looked at Rosie with a sweet, almost taunting smile, seeing her at a loss for words. Without missing a beat, she continued,
“My grandmother was terminally ill with cancer and didn’t have much time left. I designed the Eternal Garden brooch for her. The little bird always longs for freedom. Even trapped in eternity, it still spreads its wings, defying fate.
“This isn’t just my hope; it’s my longing for her, my way of holding onto her memory. There are initials engraved on the back of the brooch–mine and my grandmother’s.
“Miss Sinclair, didn’t anyone ever tell you that if you’re going to steal someone else’s work, you should at least check all the details first?”
