Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 1104
Chapter 1104:
The thought made his lips throb with frustration.
“Damn Kellan!”
That slap had been way too hard.
About ten minutes later, Allison pressed the buzzer.
With a graceful motion, she placed her creation, concealed beneath a black cloth, onto the turntable. The guests, eager and
curious, gathered around in anticipation.
With a flourish, she lifted the cloth, and the room fell into stunned silence as everyone began to study her design with rapt
attention.

Before them stood a pair of black satin pointed heels.
Remarkably, the shoes lacked any overt embellishments; instead, delicate black silk ribbons flowed from the lace openings.
Allison had tied the ribbons into soft, flowing bows at the instep and ankle, giving the shoes a light, ethereal quality. The design
was simple, yet undeniably sophisticated.
It evoked an immediate connection to the timeless beauty of ballet slippers.
Though there were no elaborate features or grandiose designs like Abram’s, the elegance of these shoes was simply
breathtaking.
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“I don’t know why, but looking at these shoes gently spinning on the turntable, I can’t help but imagine their owner as an elegant
and dignified lady,” one guest remarked.
“Indeed, I can almost picture her wearing a black dress, gracefully dancing Swan Lake in her free time,” another added.
“It’s so beautiful... words can’t seem to capture its essence.” At that moment, the guests seemed to awaken from their reverie.

Then, their applause erupted in unison.
“This is nothing short of a masterpiece!” they exclaimed.
Their praise lacked the usual nitpicking or trivial criticisms, for it was clear to all that this design resonated with deep aesthetic
harmony, leaving no room for fault — absolutely flawless.
The admiration felt was the highest form of recognition for the designer.
“Thank you all for your kind words,” Allison responded with a slight nod, her composure unwavering.
She remained calm, accustomed as she was to the intensity of such competitions.
Back when her mentor trained her to be a special agent and assassin, he joked that children’s fingers were the easiest to train.
Perhaps talent played a role, but what stayed with her most were the countless hours of hard work, those painstaking efforts that
had become second nature.
So when Allison picked up the scissors, her experience flowed seamlessly into her design process, every movement a reflection
of her expertise.
Meanwhile, Abram felt the pressure rising as he saw that most of the people present were supporting Allison. Eager to reclaim
the spotlight, he moved to the stage.
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